We got home from the McLeod/Ball Christmas party at 10 last night, just as it was starting to snow. I hurried to the grocery store for a few essentials, knowing that we would NOT want to leave the house tomorrow...IF we could dig ourselves out. We went to bed to the weather reports, listening to wind gust warnings, power outage warnings, and sent a little "please don't let us lose power" to the heavens before going to sleep. We woke up to a snowy, silent world, and immediately thought about the shoveling that was to come.
Then the kids woke up. Jane was beside herself with the amount of snow, and was full of "YOU WERE RIGHT! WE HAD A SNOWSTORM!" (someday she'll just take our word on these things...she is constantly surprised that we are telling her the truth.) And when TK got bundled up for shoveling, they were right with him!
Out they went into the winter wonderland, absolutely delighted. They didn't care that it was a sunday, that they were already on school vacation, that this wasn't a GOOD snow day. They were just tickled at the sight of the snow. And they dove right in!
I don't know why, but kids' initial instinct with snow is to eat it. I can remember being a kid, going through the kitchen door, through the garage and opening the side door, and scooping a big cup of snow. Which I would take back into the house, and proceed to eat with a spoon. Nope, I have no idea why. But I did. Often.
Sam made a virtual smorgasbord of snow-food, finishing up with what he said was his favorite, a "snow sandwich!" When their cheeks were just pink enough, we called it a day and retreated to the warm kitchen for hot cocoa ("With fluff! AND whipped cream! AND sprinkles!") and cheese-its.
TK shoveled like a champ--I admit that this is NOT my strong suit. I did the front porch and steps, but when I got to the bottom step, and couldn't find the sidewalk through the snowdrift of about 25 inches, I called it a day too. I tried to make it up to him with my best sandwich (turkey club thank you very much) and there's a baked ziti with sausage in the oven....I HOPE that covers me for the shoveling....and I did take some pictures...that counts, right?
We don't feature them much on The Good Stuff blog, but we've got two dogs. Bella is our old lady, a cocker spaniel, and Louie is a Brittany. Louie LOVES the snow. He spent about 45 minutes out there with us, running and diving into snowbanks, chasing after snowballs that TK would throw, PLOWING through drifts of snow, and I swear, he was smiling the whole time.
Enjoy some more snowy photos (and a new banner) and do let me know if you like the new collage-format of blog photos....