Growing Up

I think I posted a pic of this Santa a couple of years ago. He stands on my neighbor's porch. I call him Drug Dealer Santa since he really reminds me of a drug dealer in Brooklyn who would dress as Santa to handle the holiday pot rush and confuse the police.

But I digress.

My neighbor's porch faces the front of our house. I'll never forget how excited Hope was on her 2nd Christmas to see him there. She stood at the window forever just gazing at him. We always said good morning and good night to him. We waved as we passed him in the car and we'd often walk over to see him.

Fast forward to the ripe old age of 3 1/2.

I've been waving and greeting the old guy as always. Hope hasn't said much. Finally the other night she looked at me with all the sweet, patient kindness she possesses and said ...

"Oh Nana, he's not real. Didn't anyone tell you?"

She does believe in THE Santa.

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Winter

Pet Pride is posted right below

Happy Winter Solstice. If you stay very still you can feel the earth tilt, or maybe that's just me.

Big old storm this weekend.

It started Saturday afternoon.

Didn't keep Santa from traveling through town ...




Storm ended sometime overnight and the sun started to peek out late Sunday morning.

Made clean-up a little easier ...



Hope experienced her first snow ...



"I've fallen and I can't get up"



"Does this snowsuit make me look fat?"



"OK, I'm done now"

Stay warm