The children have a book they love called The Snowy Day. All summer, we read of the little boy going out in the snow, dragging sticks through the snow, and packing snow balls away in his pocket. The boys pined for a snowy day like that.
When we were down in Alabama, their snowy day finally came. Fat, wet snow flakes started piling up while we were out to lunch, and by the time we got home, the ground was nicely covered. The children were thrilled!
It was a winter wonderland!
A little later, the other cousins joined us for more play.
The big kid gang.
5 little angels.
My snow bunny.
Even grown-ups like snow pictures.
There's never been a cuter rendition of "Frosty the Snowman."
There was an attempt at a snowman with Uncle, but the base got away from Little Guy and rolled down the hill to the street, where it met with an untimely demise!
The Mister got to town that night (yippee! ding dong, the trial is done!), so the first item on the agenda the next morning was, of course, more time in the snow.
A couple hours later, the temps were headed for a 60 degree high, and the snow was all melted away. But we got the very best out of it while we could!
Welcome to the journal of our family of five...where I'm storing up memories of this wonderful life with my husband and children in the thousand square feet we call home in the heart of downtown Washington, DC.