I hope you're sitting down...

...because cuteness overload is about to commence.
This morning we woke to what appeared to be the blizzard of the century. Of course, we've been spoiled by a ridiculously mild winter, so we're a bit soft around the edges. We were definitely not expecting a foot of snow after the first bloom of spring.
QQ, however, was thrilled by the white stuff blowing past our windows, and stood by the patio doors waving her arms furiously to sign "snow" while the rest of us still wallowed in our comforter.
Many businesses in town shut down, and Mike was called in from his day off to do some work for the news site, which was scrambling to keep up. Fortunately, he could do the work from his home computer, because none of us wanted to brave the roads, with sirens wailing on every highway.
Mommy spent the afternoon trying (mostly without success) to shoot a photo of Q with a rubber band in her hair. She submits to being ponytailed without complaint, but instantly tears out the band before anyone can actually snap a photo. This was the closest I came all day.
(And yes, we all - including Q - spent the day in our PJs).
Just before dinner, we decided to bundle up and brave the elements for a brief walk in the white stuff.
Now, why am I wearing all these ridiculous clothes, please tell me?
Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Not quite sure what to do with herself. Though she was much more stable in her snow boots this time around than she was the last time it snowed...which was probably a couple months ago. Yeah, it's been a mild winter.
Going for it. Our girl is brave.

Daddy gives her a lift.
I love you, daddy.
Just goin' for a walk in the snow with my family.
Checking to make sure Daddy's coming along.
That's one happy dog.

Mommy can't stay away from those cheeks.
Nice thing about a storm that shuts down the city: walking down the middle of your street without fear.


The hat was an Etsy find, in case you're wondering. And yes, we finally got her to wear her mittens on this day. I think that the 25-degree-farenheit temps cowed her into submission.

Oops...blowout!
But she's up!...
...and ready to do it again.
I'd like one more time in the snowbank, please?
Daddy's always ready to oblige. Or, QQ could be levitating.
Plonk. Now what do I do?
Getting a helping hand.
And getting tossed in the air in the bargain - one of her most favorite things.


Is it just me, or is this pretty much the cutest baby on the face of the earth?