For the day and a half before Christmas last week, it rained here. And by rained, I mean it poured. Had it been snowing instead of raining, we would never have made it to church — or anywhere else. On Saturday, it turned into snow. Light, puffy, fun snow. And it kept snowing. In fact, we ended up with over a foot.
(Yes, I had to take the picture through the screen door, as there was enough snow, and the snow was heavy enough that I could no longer open the screen.)
We ended up shoveling multiple times during the snowfall to try to keep the driveway at a reasonable level, and the wee ones had a blast “helping” us out by using their shovels. Of course, their version of helping usually entailed shoveling snow from the grass onto the driveway, but they’re learning.
We decided to go sledding after awhile, and it was weird. As we walked to the “hill” near our house (really a detention pond), it was silent because the snow absorbed absolutely all sound. And oddly, there were no other children outside playing on the day after Christmas.
Us? We were out. We played. And we had a blast! We played outside and sledded on Sunday and on Monday and … well, you get the picture. It’s cold, and we need hot cocoa when we come in, but that just makes it all the more fun.
And for me? The proof is in their faces.