Green Country (the area of the state I live in) was under a blizzard warning on Christmas Eve…the 3rd blizzard warning in recorded state history. All that wind and snow meant we’d have to dig out winter garb to go outside. I used to like the snow, but now trying to get so many little kids bundled up only to have them last a few minutes outside – well, it just doesn’t seem worth it. I might like it again when they can dress themselves. We’ll see. Nonetheless, we had our snow and our fun 10 minutes (then the tears started from snow in the face). Now it can melt and not come back until next winter. I miss you summer.
Once dressed he couldn’t move and just fell backwards….all the padding kept him from hurting himself.
See…he kind of thought it was funny.
I know it looks like the greatest day…a white Christmas. However, the fun was so short lived and we had chicken tacos at home instead of turkey at Nana’s. Are you tired of me complaining? I’ll stop now. They do look pretty cute in that beautiful snow.
I understand. I understand. Let’s go in. You can have some hot chocolate and I’ll have a caramel latte.
Oh, so you like it now that you realize you can eat it? I love you.
Here’s some marshmallows…and a side of hot chocolate.
Then a few days later it warmed up a bit and I admit to having nearly 30 minutes of fun outside with only one little boy crying due to snow in his face. I won major “coolest mom” ever points with the older boys when I single handedly built a rather large snow fort. My body will be paying me back in the days to come.
I was ready to get the house back to normal and the pretty much dead Christmas tree out the door. I would have just thrown it on the side of the house, but Chris and the boys had other plans.
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