The boys were very excited. Even Wyatt got in on it this time. School was closed for both days, so I got to stay home with them. I was only able to keep them
Wyatt spent most of the time outside, his first real experience with snow, poking at it with his shoes and marveling in the footprints he was making. We always warned him when we lobbed a snowball his way. He would stop what he was doing and curl up in a turtle-like standing ball so that we could only hit his back. Once the snowball hit, he would stand up and continue about his business as if nothing happened. It wasn't until later that he noticed how much fun Ethan was having pelting me with snow that he decided to get in on the action. He would scoop up giant chunks of snow with both arms and toss them in my general direction. I would give him the obligatory screech and run away in time for it not to hit me and they would laugh like goons.
Living in a state that rarely sees snow, we do not own waterproof mittens or boots. We stayed out as long as our cotton gloves allowed. Luckily we avoided frostbite, but made quite a puddle as we striped down all the many layers of clothing in the middle of the foyer tile.
Wyatt making footprints
Wyatt the turtle
Ethan the flying nun
Wyatt chasing Ethan with a "snowball"
We Love Snow!
