We finally got a snowfall worth talking about. The fluffy kind if snow that falls serenely and gathers itself on the ground ready for its future as a snowman or as ammunition.
As is our mommy-insistant tradition, we bundled up early and ventured out while much of the snowy ground was yet untouched. It’s better that way — trudging through the virgin lands like explorers seeking new discoveries.
Snowball making demonstration. Little sister did not take notes. Instead, she focused on close proximity for effect.
He will forever be mad at me for not being prepared with winter boots for him. Truth is, his is growing up crazy fast and the boots from a few months earlier are already pinching his toes.
All she really wanted to do was pick berries. “Doll food” she called it. And though the red berries were plentiful on the trees, plucking them off one by one with gloved hands – even in fingerless mittens – is not an easy task.
