Let it...

... snow, let it snow, let it snow. Yep, white stuff is actually falling from the sky as I type, although the quality and quantity pales in comparison to a decent Chicago snow. Still, the sight of our mupper trio standing shoulder to shoulder before the windowpaned door, watching in quiet awe as tiny white specks drifted down to earth, was a moment to treasure.

Until someone was suddenly standing too close to someone else, a shoving match ensued and many tears were shed. Now they're over that whole *snow* thing and have returned their focus to bouncing off the walls, fraying nerves (mine) and providing a shrill and disruptive soundtrack to fairly important business calls (Trey's).

Is it naptime yet?