And here is how you can tell besides my daughter putting her hand print in the snow on our front porch:
loud praise music and the smell of pancakes fills the house. Our official snow day breakfast. My twelve year old has been busy this morning.
The kids are hoping for a fun day! (shhh...they will be cleaning their rooms and helping me complete some much needed work in the house. I can no longer over look the winter storm that has struck in each of their rooms.)
But don't worry, it can't be a snow day without building a snow man and hot cocoa.