So we had snow a couple of days ago and it was lovely and then it went BYE BYE very quickly. But we were excited by it nonetheless.
They were not completely sure what to think about all of this SNOW business. But I think Baby Birth of Cool and I do a nice job of representing Mary and Rhoda - whaddya think? (Thanks for the hats Mom) Since we knew this might be our ONLY chance to see snow any time soon we had to do it all. So there was snowball throwing.
And then a snowman had died an earlier death, so we launched an attack on him.
He got what was coming to him, I promise you. And then because we DO value recycling around here, we scavenged dead snowman parts and made our OWN Snowman. Amazing, really, how when you grow up in the north it never occurs to you how important and exciting this stuff can be. Lil Satchmo was heartbroken the other day when the snow came and went so quickly, and said to me "can we please go touch the snow next time it comes?" and suddenly I was so sad. He hadn't ever TOUCHED snow and I had said NO to going outside because it was nighttime.
I felt like a heel. Because they will only ever be 5 and 3 and 3 once. And Never, Ever, in their entire lives will they exude so much joy about a really silly looking snowman.
Just for good measure here is some running around in the snow video.