...literally, just a spot.
It was a beautiful day. Perfect weather. Snow was brought in from the mountains and dumped smack-dab in the middle of the park, where tank-top-clad kids in mittens could have a go at a holiday classic, the snowball fight. Elijah was a good sport and managed to avoid any altercations. (I broke up two fist fights between other kids.) He stuck it out with the ice-balls too, including one nasty thud on the face. Others had the foresight to bring a cowboy hat, a motorcycle helmet (great idea) or goggles, impressive innovations for a bunch of warm-weather kids.
Charlotte found her niche in chilling the lake. Back and forth from the snow to the water she'd toddle, with an occassional slide through the mud, bombing the lake with baby-sized snowballs (a smart choice of opponent, as a lake won't peg you back and get ice down your collar).
So, while others of you are shovelling your walks and defrosting your windshields, we're sporting shorts and sunglasses and snowball-fighting nonetheless. Ha!
But, really... I'd rather have snow and icy weather for the holidays. Christmas isn't quite the same without the chill. Nevertheless, I'm grateful my kids had a taste of the holiday-fun-in-the-snow I remember from my childhood...
classic Saturday fun for a family that truly needed to get out of the house!
