a couple of flakes

A snow day morning started with two sets of feet padding their way to the side of my bed. I have a feeling Joey told Katie to wake me up. Tapping my shoulder she said, "Wake up, Mommy! Look outside -- it's a glorious snowstorm!"

It was a beautiful morning, with Lizzie still asleep, but I got up to view the glorious snow that had fallen in the night.



Everything is new and pretty with snow on it.
I wouldn't normally take a picture of my flowering pear tree out front (with Christmas lights still on), but I would with some snow clinging to the branches.

The kids went outside to play right away. I think the only prerequisite was to let mommy have her cup of coffee first. Then they got all "bungled" up and headed out. Some day someone will tell the children that it is bundled not bungled, but it isn't going to me. I just bungle them up when they ask me to.



The swing set was suddenly much more fun and entertaining when covered with snow. Falling down the slide into a heap of snow was cause for great excitement.




Joey just radiates his glee. When he is having fun, he doesn't hide it.


And the pink snow princess? I don't exactly know what she was doing with the snow chunks she was piling up in the fort, and since I took all these photos from inside my kitchen with my zoom lens, I wasn't close enough to ask. But I love that she needed sunglasses to do it.


Lizzie noticed the snow as soon as she looked out the window in the morning, and then she tried to talk to me about it with her baby points, sounds, and nods. When it snowed last time, I got a bowl of snow for Lizzie to inspect when the kids were out. Joey wanted a chance to see her reaction to the snow, so he got a bowl for her this day.



While intrigued, she wanted nothing to do with touching it. It doesn't fit into her baby picture of what is normal in this world and she is fine with the snow staying outside, away from her personal space.


You can't tell in this picture, but she is shaking her head "no" as we would bring the bowl close to her, trying to get her to touch it. Of course, then we all enjoyed watching her shake her head in defiance for a few more rounds before I told the kids to leave her alone.


When the kids came inside from one of the many trips out, I peeled the layers of snow gear off of a rosy cheeked Katie and she told me, "I like playing in the snow. It's like taking a walk with Santa Claus in a dreamland."

I have never taken a walk with Santa Claus in a dreamland, but it sounds pretty good. :)
Too bad I don't have any elves. They could help clean up this:



Because that is how a snow day ends.