More Snow

I love this photo. And while I would love to take credit for it, I can not. Mom snapped this picture outside her front door Saturday morning when the snow was fresh.

Snow Man

We built a snow man Saturday morning. It was hard work, my hands were frezing, and he looked pitiful. I let the boys tackle him without even taking a picture. I decided that we did not have enough yankee blood in us to do a snow man justice. Linny however, is a transplanted yankee and Dad sent us this picture of her snowman.

Great job Linny! In fifteen years when it snows again, you can teach us how to do that. Until then, I think we will stick with sand castles and mud pies.

Snow Day

SNOW IN THE SOUTH!!!

This is the oak tree in the front yard...covered in ice.

A happy two year old, cheesing for the camera.

Jonah's first ever snow angel!


Noah rolling in the snow. How much happier can you get than that?

I guess pretending to be a dog and crawling through the snow is pretty cool as well.

We woke Micah from a nap and plopped him in the snow just so I could get a picture. He was not dressed for the cold and was not happy to be there. He did not suffer long, we grabbed him up quick and wrapped him back up in his blankie.

I knew that four inches of snow would be lots of fun, but I had no idea that four inches of snow would cause so many headaches! Our four inches of soft fluffy white stuff meant that we were without power and water for nearly twenty eight hours. We spent two nights sleeping on the floor in front of the fireplace just trying to stay warm. We gathered snow and melted it over the fire so that we would have water to flush the toilets.

I have to say that it was all worth it to see my children's faces when they woke up Saturday morning to a world covered in white.

Snow

No, this is not my house. Holly sent me this picture this morning of her house in Texas. Yes, it is covered in snow! As soon as Noah got out of school, I showed the picture to him. I just knew that he would be amazed at snow in Texas. I said, "Noah this is Aunt Holly's house." Noah looks at the picture and says, "It is not a very good picture is it?" I said, "That isn't the point! Can you tell what her house is covered with?" Noah's response? "It looks like bricks."

I guess snow in Texas isn't as exciting to a 5 year old as it is to me.