Snow. That's why we live in Maine.
We’ve had some wonderful blissful snowfalls lately. The one yesterday morning literally looked like tufts of cotton everywhere, and was just as easy to brush off the cars.
Dave took the snow this weekend and used the snowblower to make a mound in the side yard, then the boys piled as much snow as they could on top. We’ve got a pretty good hill going on there right now (made more exciting by perching the slide on top of it).
You’ll notice that I took this photo from inside, and if you have crazy eagle-sharp vision, you may notice that it was 25 degrees, which is warm enough in these here parts not to warrant wimping out and staying inside. I’ll have you know that we were doing the thing where we try to maximize adult usefulness — while Dave cleared the snow off the driveway, I cleaned up inside and waited for Zuzu to wake up from her nap, and stayed away from the chocolate drawer.
Then we went sledding. Below you see Dave and Henry about to go down the hill. Henry is in his perpetual tongue-out snow expression. You’d think we never give him water or something. I think he eats pounds of snow every day.
Of course, half the reason for sledding is to tire the kids out by making them walk back up the hill:
And here’s Henry yesterday morning, as we set out on our walk to school. I think it’s really fun to walk to school with the big fluffy movie-set flakes coming down. I seemed more into it than they did, but I think it’s because they just wanted to stay in the yard and play on the big mound of snow.
I am also excited to report that they are taking the kindergartners snowshoeing for an hour this morning. Another reason we live in Maine: snowshoeing is a legitimate school activity.