So, I took out the scarves, boots and mittens. I didn't even bother with the snowsuits with the amount of snow outside. Every year I regret not buying boots for the kids. Why buy boots for just a little bit of snow and never be worn again until they need another pair of boots that fit. This year, I bought all the boys some boots and they will be used over and over till my last child can wear them. This made me feel better about spending the money. Lucky A, she got a hand me down from a classmate of hers.
Next, I will buy some of those cute scarves and gloves for my kids. Really colorful ones that look great in pictures with snow in the background. Somehow, we have a shortage of gloves, scarves and hats. They are in the laundry waiting to get cleaned, some get lost in school, some are getting too small, some are just too big. I figure, we need more winter gear for this large family. Just not used to this sort of thing. I grew up in a small family. This is why we need more snow - to make all the buying of snow/cold gear worth it. Till then, we will just throw parts and parts together till we are covered somehow.
I had to use a pink glove to cover E's cold hands. Ran out of boy colors! He's wondering why he has a pink glove on. He stared at it for a second and then continued on his way. Good boy!
Then the snowballs started flying. I decided to move away from that. I never liked snowball fights. I have an early memory of me as a child playing outside with my sister and father. It must have been evening, because...well, it was dark! I remember wearing a long velvety purple coat with gold buttons, something like that. I remember feeling like Grimace when I wore the coat.
Anyhow, my father started to throw snowballs at me for fun, but I just stood there getting pummeled by these icy hard balls. Why is he hurting me? I just started to cry. Geesh, I must have been such a cry baby!
I moved on to my other son who decided to ride his bike in the snow. He wasn't getting too far, but enjoyed trying nonetheless.
I was outside taking pics without my coat. That's called laziness! It was time to go inside and get ready for their coming in from the cold.
B stayed inside and was content watching from the door. So cute!
When they came in I made them leave all their stuff outside so I could get all the wet stuff together and bring it downstairs to get washed. This whole process sometimes takes a while. Most of my kids still need some assistance.
It's funny how my kids expect hot chocolate after they play in the snow. They also expect Dad to start a fire as well. As Dad was absent that day, I did not start the fire myself. My job is to make and serve hot chocolate in really cute mugs my mother-in-law handed down to me. They are the cutest set! The tiny mugs are just adorable and just right for my kids.
Ahhhh! Yummy!
So there you have it. This will probably be my winter snow blog for the year. How sad. That's ok because we made the best of it. Who knows, God may bless us with tons of white powder, yet to come! We'll be here waiting for it.
I love this! Look at those gums!








































