We had our first snow yesterday. The girls started begging to go out and play in it as soon as they woke up. I wasn’t able to take them out in the morning, but I told them we could go after nap time.
The snow wasn’t even enough to cover the grass, and it was mostly melted by midday, but if there is ever snow anywhere in our town, it will be in our backyard. So we still had a snow in the afternoon and they were thrilled.
^First time in snow.
I forget how much kids love snow. I was standing out there huddled and cold, because by the time I got them all dressed to go out, they were running excitedly to the door, and I didn’t take the time to get myself properly geared up. And I was thinking about how I am not ready for our looong winter to start yet.
But as I watched them I couldn’t help but feel a little excited about this winter. There are so many things they want to do (notice in pictures above they are really excited about making snow angels). Miss kept mentioning ice skating, which was a bit of a surprise since we’ve never talked about that, but we can go there I guess.
They enjoy the snow so much. They didn’t seem cold at all.
I just couldn’t help but appreciate the joy of my kids in snow. I even thought a bit about how much I loved it when I was little. I reminisced a little about how my Dad used to make the best snowmen/snow sculptures. One year he made a bust of Abraham Lincoln! And I couldn’t help but remember the time I found a “treasure” and ran to show it to my Dad. “Look Daddy! I found an acorn!” He laughed and told me to drop it. It was frozen squirrel poop.
And speaking of animals in the snow, the older girls started playing a game outside yesterday in which I heard them talking about helping the “hurt deer.” They were “warming” it up to make it get better. They seemed to be pretending that a big rock was the deer and they were brushing the snow off. Then I did a double take and noticed they weren’t playing with a rock:
For about a second I forgot that my husband’s deer target was out in the backyard, and I slightly started to freak out about them tending to an actual dead deer. Duh.
Another joy this year is that Miss can get her own snow pants, boots, and coat on now, and Lass can do some of it herself. I cannot tell you how happy this makes me. Mittens are still my enemy, but that makes me very happy.
It’s going to be a long winter. It always is here. So we (I) might as well embrace it.
