A friend of the family just sent us pictures of her adorable granddaughter in the snow. I was so busy checking out the fabulous Dale of Norway (at least I think they're Dale) sweaters and matching mittens and caps they're all wearing, that I didn't even notice that I was supposed to be looking at the baby.

Fortunately I caught the faux pas before I hit send on the email and managed to substitute the word "baby" for "sweaters" in all the squeeing and cooing.

It is truly an obsession.