When lunchtime goes bad...

Oh no!  Ravioli attacked my son!

And somebody taught my daughter to dip her baby carrots in peanut butter!

It's the end of days, people.  There's no other explanation.

Charlotte "makes" a new friend

While Peter napped this morning, Charlie Jo and I took the opportunity to get back out in the snow.  I put on the size 5/6 snow pants my cousin, Cady Lane, had handed down to Charlie and with the straps pulled tight and the legs rolled up, they sort of fit!

CJ wanted to make a snowman, so we whipped up a quick little one.  Thank goodness the snow packed super easily.  I'm not what you would call an expert snowman-maker.  I grabbed a couple of black olives for eyes and a baby carrot for a nose, which amused CJ to no end.  She especially loved dressing him/her up in a hat and scarf.  When I grabbed her a dry pair of mittens to swap for her wet ones, she insisted on donating her wet mittens to the snowman.

The final product:

Snowy day

School was called off for today (which really isn't such a big deal since CJ only goes for 2 hours a few days a week) due to snow.  After lunch, I finally worked up the nerve to dress the kids in some snow gear and haul them outside.  It might have had something to do with Faith Carol stopping by and helping me.  Connie dog came out too, but she got a little wild and knocked Charlie over a couple of times.  She may stay inside next time.

Charlie made a snow angel, of course.

Petey was a little reluctant to walk in the snow by himself -- probably because he has a hard enough time doing it easier surfaces.  He was happy to have a little help from Faithy.

He screamed like a stuck pig when his mitten fell off and his bare skin touched the cold snow.

Charlie, however, could have stayed outside in the snow all day if I let her.  I got tired of tucking her mittens into her sleeves every two minutes though.  Maybe I'll make her some elbow-length fleece mittens next time I get the sewing machine out.

Petey liked it once I got him on the driveway in the open spot where Corey's car had been parked all night.

Charlie made sure to find a stick (which she is trying to show us in the photo) like the boy in the "The Snowy Day" book so she could also smack a snow-covered tree (or bush).

Smack, smack.

See, Mom?  It's a lot easier to walk where there's no white stuff.

Now we're back inside warming up and watching Max & Ruby play in the snow on TV. That's my kind of snowy adventure -- short and followed by cuddle time on the couch.