We had a snow day *again* today, and are anticipating a ton of snow this weekend (various accumulation totals between 8 and 36" of snow depending on who you talk to). I love snow as much as the next mom of a toddler, but by then I will be too annoyed that our weekend is being ruined to take any fun lovin pictures.
Katie has 3 birthday parties to go to this weekend, and we wanted to have a Superbowl party with some of the kids' friends. These would be the plans that are most likely going to be ruined with this storm that's coming.
Every other time we've gone out to play this winter Claire has had to be dragged back inside with frozen fingers. She doesn't seem to mind the impending frostbite, she just doesn't want to miss out on anything fun Ryan and Katie might be doing. This time we were smart. We dressed her in 2 pair of mittens, layered with a plastic baggie tightened and taped around her sleeves. Our own little ghetto version of waterproof gloves. But they worked! Her hands were nice and toasty even after an hour of playing outside.
Poor, poor little Ryan. Snowmen are a very touchy subject for him. Stories, songs and poems he's learned at school all have a less than happy ending for the little frosty guys. He doesn't necessarily think that rebuilding another snowman the next time it snows is a good compromise. So imagine his horror when we pulled up from a shopping trip later in the afternoon and saw his snowman's head laying beside its body. It was a fast melting snow today, and I just prayed he wouldn't notice as we slid into the garage and sneaked that door shut. No way I was going to be that lucky. He saw it, and burst into tears at the sight of it. Poor kid will probably never make another snowman in his life!
