Snowy Day

I'm not a huge fan of winter.  I've never been really good at ice skating or skiing.  I've never been particularly good at building snowmen either.  Since "enjoying" the snow doesn't come easily for me, and I don't like shoveling or driving in it, I'm usually pretty happy when the forecast calls for an uneventful week--no snow, no sleet, no ice.

However, I don't want my opinion to rub onto Little Lewie.  For the past week, he's been practically praying for snow.  Everyday he asks me if it's snowing outside, and then, out of nowhere, he created a little song he likes to sing in the car.  It goes something like this:

          "Snow day.  Snow day.  Snow day."
          "It's snowing.  It's snowing today.  It's snowing."

His wishful thinking (or wishful chanting) seems to have worked because this weekend our snowless cycle was broken, and we picked up a good 6 to 7 inches.  It also changed my mood.  Instead of grunting under my breath about having to shovel the sidewalks or pay someone to plow our driveway, I, instead, couldn't wait to put on our snowsuits and prance in it.  After all, we don't have to go anywhere since it's the weekend.

I brought our cheap plastic sled out, and Lewie and I spent hours chuckling like school kids as we glided, plopped, and sometimes landed face-first into the snow.  Sometimes the sled managed to go down the hill without us, which prompted us to belly laugh so hard that I thought I was going to pee my pants.

Kids--it's amazing the fun they bring into our lives.  "Thanks for reminding me of how much fun a "snow day" can be Little Lewie.  I can't wait to enjoy it all over again tomorrow!"

The permanent grin on Lewie's face since he found out we had snow!

Warming up with hot chocolate and eagerly waiting for some marshmallows.

 
Do you enjoy playing in the snow?