The weather-guessers (as my husband likes to call all meteorologists) got it right this time.
The snow began to fall Friday evening and did not stop. We woke up Saturday morning to a cold gray day with about 5 inches of snow covering everything.
"Can we go sledding? Can we make snow cream? Can we play outside?" were the excited questions we were greeted with before breakfast.
We convinced the kids that Mommy and Daddy needed coffee before we were going to do anything. We knew that we were going to have all weekend to play in the snow so we were in no hurry to head outdoors.
Around 11:00 the kids could wait no longer so we bundled everyone up and grabbed the sled. As soon as we set foot outside I knew we wouldn't be out long. The wind was whipping, sleet was falling and it was cold.
We went to the hill behind my Dad's shop (Grandpa's Hill as it has now been dubbed) and started sledding. The kids lasted less than ten minutes before they declared they had had enough and were ready to go inside. And wouldn't you know, ten minutes was exactly how long it took me to get everyone ready to go outside in the first place.
But I couldn't really blame the kids. It was cold and windy and it was sleeting. So we tried it again Sunday afternoon. The sun was shining, there was no wind and it actually felt warm. We lasted about an hour and a half. This was a much better "time spent getting ready to go outside to time actually spent playing outside" ratio. And as a mom this ratio is very important.
We all had fun sledding and sliding and throwing snowballs. Unfortunately I only captured the first day of sledding on film. My camera battery died and I didn't recharge it. But just look at the gray dark photos below and pretend it is sunny and the snow is glistening and you will have day two.