A couple months ago, they were calling for snow. We were so excited. Will and I rushed out for snow boots, mittens, and something he refers to as a 'boat sled' (which is just your run of the mill sled with a pull string). Unfortunately, our winter storm warning soon faded to nothing and no snow fell. Will was sad.
So earlier this week when the predictions started rolling in for a Wednesday storm, I didn't get my hopes up. I didn't even mention anything to Will. Last night, as I was going to bed, the snow started to fall. But still, I tried not to get too excited.
Then this morning...
Oh, we had one 'very ess-cited' boy. "Can we go outside now, Daddy?"
Luckily it was a snow day for Mike, too. We talked Will in to eating a quick breakfast and, shortly before 10 AM, off they went.
Baby Amelia was none too pleased when I prevented her from crawling out the door after them.
That was as high as our snowman got since Will knocked him over right after Mike added the second snowball.
He loves to throw snowballs at me. Glad I had the window to save me from this one.
We had some cozy time inside sipping hot chocolate.
We baked some cookies.
We snuggled with friends in front of the fire place.
This snow will be slush by tomorrow, so we got outside one more time in the afternoon.
I fully expected Amelia to start screaming when we set her down.
No screaming. I think she was just curious.
Snow days are such a treat, even for grown ups.