It is no secret snow and I are bitter enemies. Since we are now pretty permanently situated up north among the snow for the next few years, I am just going to have to learn how to deal. This week brought our first snow storm of the season and I caught a glimpse of what this winter will be like living in the mountains. Let's just say I miss the sunshine. A lot.
Let me take you through our family's thought progressions as we realized those little white flakes were going to stick.
Wes: "I hope the lawn will be okay." and "I guess I can't wear shorts today."
Me: "oh crap!" and "You're killing me smalls."
And sweet little Halle. This is the first year she can actually comprehend that there is snow around her. I took her out while the snow was still on the ground to let her experience the white doom for herself before I force any of my own opinions on her. I photographed her very first thoughts on snow:
First touch = "cool"
Second touch = "not so cool"
She thought it was pretty neat that I made a snowball and her fascination probably ended there. She did come inside without a fight a lot sooner then she usually does, so this white plague had some affect on her. This might be a long winter.
Our cold little runny nosed rudolph: