The kitchen became our culinary playground, where Stacy showed off her pancake-flipping skills one morning, claiming her secret ingredient was "a dash of snow." Dad tried to keep up, but let's just say, his specialty remains toast and coffee.
Our bedroom was a cozy retreat after long days in the snow, often invaded by Cousin Lily, who insisted on "quality control" for our pillow forts. Uncle Joe's bedtime stories were legendary, turning "just one more chapter" into an hour-long saga with voices for every character.