When we moved to California, I had wondered whether or not I would miss the seasons. When I remembered that the leaves on the trees changed colors here, too, I knew I had my fall. Would I miss snow? After 3 months of living here, I have yet to spend a full day inside the apartment. Even a few weeks ago, when the elevator in our building broke, the second Greg came home from work, we hauled two babies and a stroller down 4 flights of stairs for a walk outside. I knew then that I would not miss cold and snow. Well, today the sky broke. Water is literally falling from the sky. Greg has the car today, so we couldn't even drive somewhere. So, we decided to enjoy the great indoors, every single square foot of it.

Wondering what's going on outside.

Playing with a box.

Inside the box. Peek-a-boo!

Mom and dad's bed.

P.s. rainy day means no make-up.

Funny faces.

This will not shock anyone with children, but can you guess what their favorite things in the basket are? The spatula, the ribbon, and the basket itself. Of course.

A rare visit to the tree.
And what rainy day would be complete without a rainy day nap?
I realize that many of you love the snow. Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without it. For you, I'm glad you have it. For me, I'm glad I don't. Today has been a great day, a wonderful day, even. But I'm glad I get to go outside most of the days. I need the sun, the grass, the park, even a leisurely exit from my car (since it takes about 20 minutes). All the winter I need is a few days that warrant a coat, a scarf and some hot chocolate and I'm a happy camper.