winter

Its officially here. Because we woke up on Friday and this is how the world looked. The Little Dude was beside himself with excitement.

And rushed right out onto the deck in his pyjamas...

...to grab himself a hand full of snow. So he could eat it. Natch.

I'm telling you, its just like having a large, verbal puppy. You open a door and her runs out without a single thought to the appropriateness of his attire. "Get back here and put on some SHOES!", I stand there, yelling like an idiot. 

It was all so exiting we could hardly wait to wake up the Baby. And he noticed the big difference in the world right away, though mainly he noticed that it was very, very bright, and requested his sunglasses. And then asked to go outside too. But I'm no fool, this time I put his boots on before I opened the door. Doesn't he look oddly like an adorable tiny glam rocker? Like a little, pocket sized David Bowie. 

They were out the door in a flash (this time with the jackets I insisted upon).

And of course, he needed to touch it and taste it too.

he was just so thrilled with it all. 

He went gamboling about in it, like a little goat or deer or something. 

There was much running around. Eventually I managed to haul them all in for breakfast, and by mid morning it had pretty much melted away; one of those 'first snows' that just don't stick. 

But such was not the case this morning. More snow!

A beautiful, steady, swirling snowfall. Almost hypnotically slow. But quite substantial nonetheless.

It kept coming down for most of the day.

And by late afternoon, there was definitely enough to warrant a real shoveling for the deck. Good thing that this guy is so eager to get out there. 

And as I sit here typing this, it has finally stopped. But we got a lot over the course of the evening. I'm pretty sure it'll still be there in the morning. Sigh. Sad to say, but I think I may be sick of it already.... I'm glad that I get to see the excitement through the kids eyes, because mostly I just see a long, cold winter of struggling to get squirmy cranky little people into snow suits. I need to remember thier joy at snowballls and forts. And get myself a better pair of boots. Winter is defintely more fun when your feet aren't always wet. 








 

Comments

[Leni]

Oh, the wonderful joy and excitement of childhood !! We forget too soon!