What a lovely idea... snow prior to Thanksgiving. And just last week we were blessed with exactly that. Letty went to bed singing "Do You Want to Build a Snowman" and woke up still singing the same. Unfortunately for her she had to wait until well into the afternoon till we were able to deem the snow amount worthy enough of our time. Getting kids ready to go outside is.... a job. Especially when one's mother is I, who has difficulty letting go of smaller sizes. Blame my youth, blame my nostalgia, but I like to get as much use out of a particular item as possible. Case in point? David's snowpants, that were about three inches too short. And his patience was therefore also about three inches shy of tolerable. But those boots? Don't they compensate for the short pants? Sure.
There wasn't quite enough snow for a snowman, unless you intended on gathering up everything in the front yard, which I was not up for. After David's initial foray into the art of snowball throwing we took the party over to Nonna and Poppop's for some good old fashioned tobogganing like years of olde. Followed by a disrobing promptly into the dryer and my mom's chicken and rice. It could have been Maine and I could have been six.
There really is nothing quite like freshly fallen snow on Christmas lights am I right? Sort of the comfiest of the comfy.
