It's so fun to watch a 3 year old 're-discover' something with all the excitement a little body can muster. Today, it was snow. When I saw Lars this morning, he was at the window, naming everything with snow on it. He said through his paci, "Mommy, the sky is raining snow!"
"And our new road is snowing, and the grass, and that tree and that tree, and OH NO! MY WAGON is snowing! And the house across the street, and the cows and the...."
He wandered to the back door. "Oh, MOMMY! It's snowing here too! On the concrete, and daddy's race car, and the dump truck. And my swing set. Can we scoop it with a shovel?"
And so, I went to the laundry room and dug out the winter stuff. Finding his boots, he raced to the front door, yelling, "C'mon Mommy!"
We spent 30 minutes making footprints in the snow, pulling the wagon and riding the tractor on and off the snow, watching the prints it makes. He felt the snow on his face, and opened his mouth to the sky. He asked me to lift him up so he was closer to the snowflakes, then thought it was colder up there and wanted back down. He felt it on his hand and rubbed it around the grass.
After naps, we headed out again, this time in tennis shoes. He wanted to see the tracks they made. Then we had to come in for our Crocs. You know, the sandals that have holes in them? Yeah, those. His wet feet didn't bother him, as we criss-crossed back and forth through the snow, examining the prints.
Cold and hungry, we came in around dark, Lars full of smiles. Eden was already in her jammies on the couch and Elia was still sleeping. My girls are the smart ones, I guess!
At any rate, the "less than 1" accumulation", predicted by The Weather Channel, has reached at least 4" and is still falling. It's beautiful, cold, and powdery white. I'm so glad to have a pot of chili on the stove!
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