Our weekend adventures didn't help in the "Yay, I'm so excited it's winter" department. This is the first year my kids are excited about the snow. Last year, I bought all three of them $30 boots and not one single one of them would even put them on their feet. This year? They ONLY want to wear their boots. (It helps when the boots are Spiderman boots that LIGHT UP. Oh I know, I can't even begin to describe the ugly, but hey, whatever works, right?)
They insisted on getting the sled out. You'll notice that Olivia had to pull the boys through gravel because there wasn't even snow covering the ground. Ugh.
We live about 100 steps from the park. Where at least there was a bit more snow. The boys had been begging to build a Frosty the snowman.
As you can see, the snow afforded only a Frosty the little person.
Despite the 1,000 things that are lousy about a 3 year old, getting excited about dumb stuff is not one of them. They could have cared less about how big the Frosty was, only that there was one!
How they even know about snow angels is beyond me. Turner thought he'd try his hand in the mulch angel department.
Olivia got the hang of it. And now that she is equipped with snow pants I was all for the laying down and rolling around in the freezing cold.
Just don't make me do it!
In case you're wondering, snow angels are much lovelier than mulch angels.
And to round out our perfectly pathetic homemade winter adventure, the kids went sledding down the *hill.*
You might not be able to see it from this angle, but trust me, the ground DOES make a slight if not gradual incline. Enough to get an enthusiastic "Wee" from Turner.
I know, it really is pathetic, isn't it?
But it's all good when you come back home, take off the 20 soaking wet and freezing cold layers, throw them in the middle of the floor for your mother to pick up, and drink some yummy hot chocolate (hold the marshmallows but make it a double on the whipped cream.)
Only about another 100 of these to go.
Come on little lamb, bring me into April, baby!