Last night I gave the kids a bubble bath. When the suds start to go away, we fire up the whirpool jets to make a lot of bubbles again. We usually take the kids out, as the whooshing jets scare them. I turned on the switch, and the jets had been left on, so they whooshed the water, and John starting crying a bit, it scared him. Then, Hanna said "don't cry" and leaned over and gave him a kiss. ha. she's a little mommy, I tell ya.

I took the kids over to the bacon and egg play place at the mall this morning. Then, did a couple of the coin-operated rides.

It started glopping over night and into the morning. Not snowing. Snowing is when snow falls from the sky. This was glopping. A wet heavy March snow. We probably got 6 inches or so. I just got done blowing out the driveway. Thank goodness for snowblowers. I would've killed myself shoveling that heavy stuff.

The snowplow had come by, and made a big ridge of snow at the bottom of the driveway. (Doesn't really matter, it's soft and wet, and will melt soon.) The kids were playing outside while I was doing the driveway, and John enjoyed pushing a little riding thingie down the hill. The he'd say "oh no, I miss my pink thing!" (The riding thingie had pink handlebars and wheels.)