I woke up this morning—well more like the middle of the night—to get Tula a bottle and it looked like there was a light on in the kitchen. I could hardly manage to open my eyes wide enough to look outside (don't ask me how I manage to properly prepare a bottle when I'm half asleep) but when I did pry them far enough open, I saw a beautiful blanket of snow that was reflecting the moonlight into our house.
I was hoping that it would stick around until morning, but around here you never can tell. Thankfully, it was even deeper by the time Alden woke up and ran to the window. We spent a good chunk of the morning bundling up in our make-shift snow suits and playing outside. One of these years I'll actually break down and buy some proper snow pants for the kids. It's hard to justify the expense, though, when we only get one or two snows a winter!
As I pondered the thought of snow pants being a frivolous expense, I pulled our "snowman kit" out of its box. It was a gift, though, so I don't feel bad. Actually, I really love it too! We never have to go hunting for rocks. I suppose that's part of the fun when you're a kid. Maybe when Alden and Tula are a bit older we'll retire the kit and let them create something of their own, but I'll probably still use it to make my own snowman to put in the front yard.
Tula was very patient as I was helping Alden; she spent most of the time sucking on her bunny ears.
