Snowy Day

We got our first good snow of the year last week.  By "good", I mean of course that it stayed for just over 12 hours and accumulated to nearly a half of an inch.  (Despite the fact that it was nearly gone by the next morning, the school district decided it was too dangerous and called off school.  Charlie Jo didn't have school that day anyway, but it still annoyed me.)

As soon as Peter woke up from nap that afternoon, I bundled the kids all up and we raced outside to play in the newly-fallen snow before it got too dark out.  The snow never really accumulated on the driveway or streets . . .

. . . but we had fun scooping it up out of the grass.

It's the abominable snowmen!

All we could really do in the snow was walk around to make tracks.

It was hard to scoop up enough to eat because you got grass and dirt on your mittens when you tried.

Once it got dark, I let the kids ride their bikes in the garage (which was still 61 degrees, thanks to the insulated door!).  They had a blast.

Peter likes to pretend he's turning his scooter really fast and makes squealing noises.

This smile turned to tears the next morning when the snow was gone, but I promised her we would be right back outside the next time the snow came back.  No, it didn't soothe her, but now each morning she asks if the snow has come back yet.  Sorry kid -- this is Tennessee.