It snowed Wednesday night and when Bubby opened the door before bed to show it to Arwyn, she started jumping up and down yelling, “SNOW!  SNOW!  SNOW!”  She immediately asked if we could go outside and play.  Um, it’s 10 p.m.?  And also, no.  And so I promised we would play outside tomorrow, but NOT as soon as she got up, a little bit later, so don’t go getting up at 5 a.m. so we can go outside and play in the snow, OK? OK?!!

She did get up early, but thankfully  not 5 a.m.  She cried because the satellite was out due to the snow and she couldn’t watch cartoons and we cruelly forced her to watch one of the 2,000 movies we have.  She is my daughter, after all.  After breakfast, we layered on the clothes and headed to the backyard.  I lasted for about an hour before my booty started to go numb.  We don’t own any snow pants or snow boots or even water proof gloves (it doesn’t snow here that much) so I thought an hour was pretty commendable.  We made the little frosty man shown above, made letters in the snow with our footprints, made shapes with sand molds, played snow kickball and dug in the snow with a sand shovel.  And I let her throw snowballs at me.  From a foot away.