While Dylan stayed nice and toasty warm inside the house today, Cassidy and I ventured out into the frigidness. And how does this two year old enjoy her first big snow storm experience? By sitting in a snow bank. And eating snow, of course.
And on a totally unrelated note - something strange has gotten into me lately. I have been so unbelievably motivated to clean our house this past week, it's not even funny.
Before I explain what I've done, you must picture a very cluttered house. I mean, it's not necessarily dirty, it's just filled with lots and lots of...oh I don't know...just stuff.
See, when Dave and I moved into this house a few years ago, we shoved everything into closets, drawers and cupboards all the while trying to convince ourselves that it was a temporary solution to a major clutter problem. Oh, we'll organize all that stuff later. Yeah, yeah, later.
Three years later, here we go. This week I've even gone so far as to organize our Tupperware cupboard, which was quite frightening let me tell you. I've gone through our entire closet and filled garbage bag upon garbage bag of dusty old clothes, gross sheets and towels with holes in them. I have dusted, mopped (OK, so Dave mopped, but still), vacuumed, thrown more crap away than you can imagine. I've purchased curtains for our bedroom, cleaned Bailey's dog bed, and have put a bug in Dave's ear about getting a flat screen TV for our bedroom. Hehe.
Please believe me when I say, this is so not like me. But I kinda like it. Go me.