The first real snow of the season was perfect: Powdery, lovely, and in December. (None of that November "wintry mix" crud.)
Mary, our Sunshine Princess, temporarily transformed into our Snow Princess,* and simply could not wait one more second to get outside to build a snowman. So early on a Saturday morning she and David dressed in their winter gear (which, at the time, we all thought was a fun novelty--I had yet to realize it would be a daily event--oh, such innocence lost...).
As you can see, we do not have a snow blower.
Instead, we have these...
David and Mary worked very hard!
Then they took a few spins down the hill on the side of our house. (Out of reach of me in my flip flops and my wimpy camera zoom.)
Soon, David emerged from his snowsuit with mussed hair and rosy cheeks.
This called for some hot chocolate.
With two ice cubes, of course.Mary stayed outside for the long haul, hoping to build a snowman. Unfortunately, the snow was too light and fluffy--good for shoveling, not good for snow -balls, -men, or -forts. Our second big snow, which came last night, was heavy and sticky--not good for shoveling (poor Greg's back and blistered hands)...but I see a snow fort in our future.
*Mary has since returned to being our Sunshine Princess. She has had her fill of winter. Mary is amazed (traumatized) that the snow "stays still," i.e. doesn't melt. She defiantly wears tank tops, refuses to step in snow even while wearing boots, and sings a little song that goes something like this:
I hate wintertime,
I love summertime.
Mary has a long, long wait ahead of her. We all do.
