It continued to snow all day long, up until maybe 11 pm or so. We ended up with 17 or 18 inches. The weather kept us home all weekend, but we didn't mind. It almost seemed like God was telling us to slow down and savor this moment, this age of wonderment, and the spirit of the holidays. We built fires, drank hot chocolate, watched Elmo's Christmas Countdown (for the billionth time), and played lots. We thoroughly enjoyed every minute of being snowed in.
Sunday came and the snow stopped falling. So, we bundled Kylie up for her first snow experience. I think Matt & I were eager with anticipation to bring her out there. We had visions of snowmen and snowball fights... but when we got outside, and as I started out into the snow, I heard Kylie's little voice say "No, Mommy! Come back here!" She wouldn't budge from the deck. She said she was scared. And who could blame her? The stuff came up to her waist! She couldn't move her legs! I'd be pretty scared, too! So, what did I do? I plopped her right in the middle of it. Daddy came next to her and so did Teddy. We all started playing with the snow and making snowballs. The snow was a bit to light and fluffy for snowmen, but Kylie found another way to enjoy the snow.Matt valiantly took on the task of shoveling... and Kylie used her beach shovel to "help."
She eventually got comfortable enough with the snow that she found herself a nice little seat in the snow and cheered on her Daddy while he made a path from our door.
Sure, we didn't stay outside too long -- Kylie was soon pulling off her mittens and her hat kept coming off -- but it was enough to see the joy and excitement in Kylie's eyes. And in the end, that's what it's all about... having fun. Together.
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