My two older kids were up at 6:30am screaming excitedly about the snow on the ground and convinced it was Christmas morning no matter how many times I told them that it wasn’t. After they hunted for their Christmas gifts and found none, they were pulling on their snow pants and snow boots and begging me to HURRY, as if the snow might melt in the next two minutes. I helped them with some zippers and scarves and also lent them each one of my gloves because they couldn’t find any and then let them loose in the backyard.
It wasn’t even 7am yet.
[Good ol’ Daylight Savings.]
And of course, it wasn’t long before they were calling for me to help them build a snowman. So I pulled boots on [over my sweatpants] and put on a coat and used a pair of thick socks for gloves [gotta do what you gotta do, you know] and went outside to play in the snow.
Being a parent is so much fun because it gives you full permission to embrace your inner child and get excited about the things you used to love as a kid, like trick-or-treating, raking big piles of leaves to jump in, driving to see the Christmas lights, and playing in the snow.
Sometime between age 16 and having kids of my own I started hating the snow. It was cold. It was slippery. It cause traffic and delays and blah blah blah.
Man, what the heck was I thinking?!
Snow is awesome!
We built a snowman. The snow was perfect for packing and we did it the old-fashioned way: by rolling snowballs around the yard [occasionally rebuilding them when Daisy destroyed them] until they were the right size [or we got sick of restarting because of Daisy – which is why they are so small].
We threw snowballs at Daisy. We caught snowflakes on our tongues. The kids made snow angels, but I was wearing sweatpants so I wasn’t about to lie down in the snow [I haven’t embraced my inner child quite to that extent yet]. When we finally came inside, the kids had hot chocolate before we even had breakfast.
It was a special morning. The first snowfall of the season.
Reminded me of how much I used to love the snow and…honestly, I think it’s growing on me again.
❄️ ❄️ ❄️
Karis
No Makeup Mama 
Woke up to see snow on the ground this morning and was honestly a little shocked. I didn’t expect the snow to stick on the ground over night and actually smiled a little when I saw it THEN I remembered the fact that SNOW = COLD and WET! I am not sure if I am ready for constant wet snow! 🙂
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Yeah, not as much fun if you’re not playing in it 😄 I wasn’t a big fan when I went out last night and couldn’t feel my face as I walked to the car – I’m apparently still not a fan of the cold!
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