I’m beginning to think that I have moved to a frozen tundra. The arctic perhaps. This is our house this morning, and we are expecting more snow and ice as the day progresses.
I’ll be honest, I really love seeing the snow. I feel like a little kid inside, excited and thrilled.
Nigel has a different opinion. There is no thrill in his little heart. There is loathing and hatred, but no excitement.
Let’s just say that he refused to potty outside, and we ultimately spent a few minutes cleaning up after the little hater.
The best part of the snow down here is that it’s novel every time it shows up. We never get used to having snow around.
What that means…
The inner-child comes out in all of us!
We walked down to the sledding hill to watch all of the kids race down the slick road.
Instead we found adults risking it all as they flew through the snow.
Of course, the younger kids seems to spin and flip far more often. They could just hop up, dust off, and run up the hill to do it again.
For us older kids, a lift to the top of the hill was much appreciated. The best part of living out in the country, lots of folks have ATV’s to serve as the perfect sledding lift.
I couldn’t get a good photo of this, but our favorite thing to watch was an ATV with a large inflatable raft carrying screaming girls around the neighborhood. It was truly hilarious.
And my husband bought me these über-cute snow boots last year, so I had a great excuse to wear them outside. 8″ of snow warrants snow boots! Right???
The best news of all? We haven’t lost our satellite connection! Yay, bad TV on a snow day…nothing better. And what a relief because a certain husband around here won’t let me do anything for fear of hurting his baby.
He even brought the truck down to the sledding hill so I wasn’t standing outside too long. It’s sweet, but I wanted to sled down that hill!!!