The frosting in our front yard (with a teeny lil' Westie cameo in the back):
Shortly after lunchtime Saturday we had accumulated 17 inches:
See this effervescent little pup? Isn't he cute? Can you imagine how cute he was chasing me through the snow? And me chasing him back? And just how distractingly adorable he was eating snowballs we threw at him? Well, he was so distractingly adorable that I failed to notice that sometime during our snowy romp that THE DIGITAL CAMERA HAD FALLEN OUT OF MY COAT POCKET. Never to be found. We shoveled around, and at one point I even got one of our rakes and raked through some of the snow. No luck. Somewhere in the 17 inches of snow in our front yard is our digital camera finally dying its death. Maybe we'll find it when the mess melts. Or maybe some hapless neighbor walking their dog will. So sad. (These pics were taken with my phone.) 
Despite the camera heartache (and with my profuse apologies and promises to purchase another camera from my own account), the fun resumed and we made our first ever snowman. Next weekend we will have been together for 11 years (!!!) and we finally just made our first snowman together. She's pretty rad:
It's been fortunate that our snowstorms are happening on the weekends when we really have no reason to venture out. We've spent our snowbound time this weekend playing Blokus, cooking and baking (to include this and this and this), and taking care of the less yummy and scintillating chore of homework (blah). My fingers are crossed that my class is cancelled tomorrow night!
