mahna mahna

Our weekend was fairly simple. We finally got to see the new Muppets movie.    

And we've been singing this song ever since.  The Man even sent it to me in a text while I was at church.  "Do do do do do, mahna mahna."  I cracked up.  At random intervals through out the weekend someone in the family will start. "Do do do do do..." and everyone else would pipe in with "mahna mahna."

I've loved it.

We had some of this action going on:

I have no idea...

I've turned into my Grandma, taking pictures of the mountains from my front porch, but I'm okay with that.

We finally got a "decent" snow storm, it hadn't melted by the end of the day.  West was shocked when we discovered that someone had shoveled our drive.  We have no idea who did it, so if it was you...

 thank you.

And we worked some more on the remodel, which seems like such a never ending project, but at least this stage is finally seeing some progress. (More on that here here and here). 

And I was able to use this beautiful video on Mothers and Daughters for my lesson.  So I'll leave that as my thought for the day.  There is nothing in this life as fulfilling and as wonderful as being a mom.  Most days.