A better than average weekend should definitely end with a snowstorm. On Friday night we went to Shaun's work Christmas party. As usual, it was our only Christmas party of the year. That put a lot of pressure on it to be fun, but any occasion that involves free prime rib and a chipper duo on drums and keyboard in a ballroom is all right by me. I even got to wear a skirt (which Nels wanted me to twirl in ad infinitum before I left the house.)
On Saturday Shaun took the boys to see a steam engine (see his infinitely more popular blog for photos) and I did some Christmas shopping. That evening we watched Jungle Book for the first time, and boy, howdy, was THAT something.
Nels was BESIDE himself with delight. He stood bolt upright, he cowered in the sofa cushions, he yelped, he arched his back, he made cartoon noises himself; he laughed so hard that I thought he might choke. It was the most amazing display I have ever seen. At one point when the elephants were marching he stood up and yelled, "I'M TURNING INTO ONE OF THEM! I'M TURNING INTO A DISNEY CHARACTER!" with total abandon. So fun.
Today, Shaun (though sick) was kind enough to drive us into Portland so we could see our friends Heather and Joy, who were selling Heather's wares at Crafty Wonderland. Yes, I was a wuss for not wanting to drive myself, but I felt that encountering "Chains Required in Portland Metro Area" signs on the freeway somewhat justified my anxiety. We had a nice visit, and I enjoyed ogling the artsy Portland crowd. We're a little more country here in Camas. I would never be able to pass myself off as a cool Portlander; I've never mastered the necessary layering skills.
Now we're home and cozy after our adventures. But I've been out of the house, people. I've spoken with adults. I therefore declare this weekend a success.