Christopher had to go to school, but the kids and I stayed home. We managed to bundle up enough to go outside for a few minutes in the late morning. Since my kids don’t have snow boots, I used electrical tape (couldn’t find the duct tape) to secure Ziploc freezer bags over their shoes, which seemed to work pretty well. Gavin lasted about 10 minutes before declaring, “I hate snow!” (that’s my boy!) I thought he had fallen in it face first (I was chatting with a neighbor and only heard the screams), but later the story was changed to “Megan hit me with a snowball.” As I warmed up Gavin with love and soup, Megan played outside for another 20 minutes in our front yard. She takes more after her daddy. I made her come in for lunch and promised we would build a snowman if I could get Gavin down for a nap.
Thank goodness, Gavin fell asleep (he’s outgrowing his naps), and we hurried outside to build our snowman. No sooner had I taken the pictures than Megan proceeded to destroy him and eat his nose. Just after that, the temperature changed from 32 to 33 degrees and the falling snow turned to cold rain. We ran inside and drank two cups of Swiss Miss, which I hear is bottom rung when it comes to hot chocolate. And because I’m the mom, I got marshmallows and whipped cream in mine.