This is our second/third snow of the year. We had some snow back in September and then again last night. I am not sure how you would really count snow fall. Anyway... I love the snow and so does Cynthia! I don't know how someone can hate the snow so much. Whenever it snows it feels like the Lord is cleaning the world. Everything looks so pure and good. It boggles my mind how someone can say horrible things about it.
When Cynthia woke up from her nap at 11am this morning I promptly got her dressed to go and play in the snow. At first she was a little unsure about what this white stuff was falling from the sky. After a few minutes of being in it she was having a blast. She would run around and look at her foot prints. Once we were all nicely 'chilled' we went back inside to warm up. Once Cynthia had finished her lunch, she was gathering her warm clothes to go back outside.
When Cynthia woke up from her nap at 11am this morning I promptly got her dressed to go and play in the snow. At first she was a little unsure about what this white stuff was falling from the sky. After a few minutes of being in it she was having a blast. She would run around and look at her foot prints. Once we were all nicely 'chilled' we went back inside to warm up. Once Cynthia had finished her lunch, she was gathering her warm clothes to go back outside.
Bundling up
Wanting to go outside
Outside
Ben met us outside a few minutes later. Cynthia had to run over and say hi.
Making footprints in the snow
'Come on! Why are you not running around with me, Dad?'
Happiness is....
'Let's play!'
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