Inside. Outside. Inside. Outside. Yay for snow! Not.
I'll admit that I don't have tons of experience with snow, but this snow didn't seem to be good for much. We couldn't pack it, so snowmen and snowballs were out. And just being outside in the cold... Eh. Not so much fun. The kids eventually found something to do by breaking ice off the trees and eating it.
Some of it was quite pretty!
I was able to convince Kari to make a snow angel.
And of course, Dylan has to do what his sister does.
But he succumbed to the cold eventually too. Being a kid is so hard sometimes!
I give brownie points to the dude though. He was ingenious enough to find a good way to heat them up. He would lay by the heating grate by the door. It was one of the times my heater had to work hard to keep the inside warm.
Kelsey would pick up the snow, and hold it for a while, then throw it in the air. Each child finds fun in their own way I guess :)
Lots of ice.
Even Kelsey got in on the ice eating.
She decided Dylan had a pretty good idea, and followed his example. Poor little tears on her cheek :)
So what happened was: Kaitlyn, while she doesn't listen to me, will listen to her daddy. Inexplicably, if I say "wear this shirt", she will say no! But daddy says the exact same thing "wear this shirt" and she says... OK. What. The. Heck! I don't think I can express how much this bugs me. So, after the other kids had been playing the snow for an hour or so, I called hubby (who remember, is down in sunny, warm, FL) and ask for his help. Its not like snow is a regular thing around here. I didn't want her to miss this opportunity. I wanted her to play in the snow. But I didn't want to back down. So he talks to her on the phone, and literally, this was their conversation "Kaitlyn, don't you want to go outside and play in the snow? Yes Daddy. Then just put on a pair of leggings and go play! Ok Daddy." What. The. Heck!!!
So, although it was late, she did get to go out and play in the snow.
And she was happy. And mommy was completely bamboozled by what to do with a stubborn 6 year old, that she is sure will one day come back and bite her in the butt when said 6 yr old turns 13, or 16, or 20...
And the day ended with a mess.
But lets be real here... What day doesn't?