They say that every single snowflake is different and unique in their own way. No two snowflakes are alike. Each one has its own beautiful design. Just fascinating.
As I opened the door this morning to make my normal MUCH NEEDED cup of coffee, I was hit by a snowstorm of beauty. Quite literally hit in the face by a dozen paper snowflakes. It would seem that the Christmas Crocodile wanted to do a spot of decorating and so took it upon himself to make some snowflakes to stick onto the windows. Not ideally how I wanted to spend my morning; cleaning up tiny paper cutoffs, but the boys loved it so I did what I do best. Smiled, ignored the mess (until I have at least had some caffeine!) and rolled with it.
Later in the day when Cabbit came home from nursery, he helped the Christmas crocodile make some, much to my delight. Yay more cleaning! Just what I wanted on a Wednesday afternoon. But much fun was had. The Christmas Crocodile wants to see a real snowflake and hopes for snow to come again. He has been researching up snow dances on the internet. He insists that I still buy him a tutu as it will complete his look. We shall see, we shall see.
I wonder what the Christmas Crocodile will get up to tomorrow?
Hop hop wiggle wiggle.