The story of the weekend was the big snow. Here in New Jersey we got enough to be wonderful, beautiful, a reason to stay home, but not crippling. The kids were wildly excited to play in it, though Tabby’s enthusiasm ran more toward the theoretical. Couldn’t wait to go out, endured the endless bundling and gear putting on, got outside and just wanted to be held and cried as soon as her hand lost a mitten and went into the cold, wet snow. It wasn’t very good for sledding or snowmen, but we did manage to have fun. And of course the rest of the time was spent inside by the fire, drinking hot chocolate and listening to Christmas music.
Here is what we woke up to Sunday morning:
And the front yard view, where I was charmed by the snowy tree with the shiny balls. It all looked very Christmas card-like.
Pippin loves the snow:
The chickens do not. This was as far as they got on Sunday.
My mom has pointed out that Clark loves to immerse himself in things-water, mud, snow. It’s true. He just jumps right in, rolls around, has a blast.
Paul had fun making a snow dinosaur:
We also made a weird bug-eyed snoman:
And our newest holiday decoration is this adorable penguin Paul made. Didn’t he do a nice job? The lights around the garden stretch to the penguin’s beak so that at night it appears he is either helping, or being naughty and pulling them off the fence.
And indoors we had fun with….static.
Hooray for snowy days!! I’m keeping my fingers crossed it lasts through Christmas…