The close of 2012 brought beautiful snow our way, and we had the good fortune of well-timed days off so we could stay home and play in it. It was gorgeous and peaceful and everything snow is supposed to be, and the even better part: Lucy loved it. Until she fell in it hands first, after taking her gloves off. Then, she wasn't the biggest fan. So, we retreated inside, built a fire, snuggled up on the couch and played with puzzles. Both activities make me happier than a pig in shit.