It’s almost mid-February. We live in Michigan. It’s supposed to be cold and we’re supposed to get snow.
While it has been cold here, we have dodged snow bullet after snow bullet this season. We’ve empathized with (ok, laughed at) our friends and family from places like North Carolina who were getting dumped on while we escaped with only a dusting.
Last week, when the nation’s capital was covered in a record snowfall, we only got a couple inches. Normally, even a couple inches would sour my mood, especially this late in the season. But I found myself feeling a little left out.
We haven’t had a snowball fight.
We haven’t built a snowman.
We haven’t gotten any pictures of our 2 year old really playing in the snow.
We haven’t had any snow days.
We’re gettin’ it now! About 5 inches so far and another 4-6 to come tonight. That still pales in comparison to what some areas of the country saw last week.
We got our snow day (and I think we’ll get one tomorrow, too).
We got the pictures of the two year old.
She made snow angels, was pulled on the sled, crawled around in it and even ate it. As she stepped her first booted foot into it, she exclaimed, “Oh, gee!”
The kids shoveled extra snow onto the steps to make a sledding hill. (Hey, we live in the flat midwest. You learn to improvise.)
The dog thought it snowed just for her, she ran, she jumped, she ate it, too.
It’s not good for packing so no snowball fights or snowmen.
Just good family fun. And exercise. Oy! Pulling that sled and trying to run in the snow.
Ok. We got it. We had fun. I’m done now.
Bring on spring!