The weather man says it will snow tonight.
So far, it’s raining. Nasty, cold, drizzling rain.
Rosie is beside herself with excitement over snow coming. She desperately wants to make a snow angel and a snowman.
I hope it actually does snow overnight, enough to for her to make a snowman for the first time! It seems like snow here is hit or miss. We either get a lot of snow or none at all.
Rosie is also extremely excited about Christmas. She keeps asking if tonight is the night that Santa will come, and I have to say no…
Last night she was watching a Christmas movie in bed with Tyler when a little tiny elf with a pointed hat visited our house. I was in the living room when a tiny elf slipped through the crack in the front door. He peeked in to see our Christmas tree, because Santa wanted him to report back and notify him if our home was ready for his visit.
Of course I screamed, because a tiny elf was at my front door!
Then Abby, our black lab dog, came running and barked.
This startled the elf, who turned to run back through the crack in the door. As he was rushing away he dropped three golden coins on the rug.
Rosie came running in the room to see what the commotion was about, and I quickly told her the story of what had just happened.
She immediately scooped up the three gold coins from the rug by the front door and squealed.
She ran to show them to her dad, who pointed out that it seemed the coins had turned to chocolate when she picked them up. They weren’t really elf money, but actually candy!
This furthered the excitement.
Rosie hasn’t been able to stop talking about the little elf since. She even woke up in the middle of the night (still with a randomly stuffy nose!) to discuss the wee elf’s visit.
Today we decided to make some elf treats, in case he comes back. Rosie wanted to leave him something sweet to thank him for the coins.
So we made puppy chow…you know cereal coated with melted peanut butter and chocolate then shaken in powdered sugar. Rosie calls it elf cookies, because one little piece will be like a big cookie to an elf. When I was a kid we called them Frosty Treasures. That’s what the recipe from the back of the box of cereal is titled.
Rosie helped make it. I measured and she did most of the rest. She loves to help cook.
Now, I’m off to go suffer from a sugar high. The baby is bouncing all over the place inside of me and Rosie is going to have a major crash soon. I can see it coming…too much powdered sugar!