Thursday, December 11, 2008

Famous Last Words

About a week ago Melanie was complaining about the snow. I invited her to move on down to South Louisiana where it snows every ten years and when it does it still doesn't stick. Should've kept my mouth shut. It wasn't snowing when I went to bed at about two in the morning, but it was when my husband woke up at six-thirty. This might not happen for another thirty years, so it's photo-worthy. Charlie has a nasty cold and wasn't too interested in the whole snow thing, but I figured my family would kill me if I didn't take at least a few baby in the snow pictures.

These photos also include the first ever shots of Charlie with both hands off the ground. Hooray for progress!