(Bonus points if you read the post title to the tune from White Christmas.)
Our kids like snow. Tate's been praying for snow since he could talk, and now he has it. It's been here since the end of November, and it's only beginning to melt now as I write this on March 1. I hope he's happy.
We have had lots of fun with it, though. We had the wet, sticky kind early in December, and that Saturday we made a family of Snowmen and Snowdogs, and 2 Snow Forts (because if you only make one, how can you have a proper snowball fight?).
We have also been ice skating on an outdoor lake quite a few times (they run a zamboni on it, so the ice is really nice), and have been sledding on the hills at church or by the middle school just as much. Guess which of the 2 lovely ladies in this picture is less excited about snow (hint: the taller one).
But example after example has shown that Kristen has a little girl inside that can't help but come out and play on a regular basis.
Quinn doesn't like sledding. We took her down the hill a few times, but she's not a fan. Yet.
Tate, on the other hand, would sled all day. I get cold before he does. He has informed me, "I'm made for the cold." I would tend to agree.
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