We woke up this morning to an unexpected dusting of snow. Not enough to make it tricky to get around, just enough to be a little pretty. As soon as Benjamin saw it, he suggested making a snowman. I explained that it probably wouldn’t be enough for that, but that we could go out onto the terrace and play in it a little, anyway. He was excited, so we went (my only additions to his pajamas were boots and a coat — we didn’t stay out long). He “skated” around and caught a few flakes on his toungue. Liam came out and wandered around, too. Then we all got cold and went back in.
We really did have a great time at the ball yesterday — it was grand, lovely and truly, quite an experience. Although, I was kind of feeling down about my dress. I didn’t love it, and I’m a little exasperated that it didn’t even fit properly. Also, I forgot to put my glitter on. I have some (a lot) from my dancing days, and brought it with us expressly for use at a ball. I found it, got it out, and put it right next to my hairbrush in the bathroom . . . and then completely forgot to use it. (Bummer!) But, I’m done with feeling bad about my dress or feeling sad about our experience yesterday at all.