Wonderland

We've come to never listen to the weatherman. The five of us used to get rather excited and anticipatory when they called for snow here, which was seldom, but it was never delivered. Today most of Georgia was under a winter weather advisory except for a small band of counties that wasn't supposed to even get a dusting. We were, of course, in that band of counties. It's like there's a cosmic umbrella over our stretch of Americana that refuses to ever allow my children to sled, make a snowman, or just freeze their tushes off at will.

But as usual, the weather guys were wrong. And for the first time ever since moving back to Georgia, we had enough snow to warrant digging through the back garage to find the sleds. Not quite enough to do much of a snowman, but enough to whizz us down the side hill. No one has attempted much of anything on the main hill since John's July 4th massacre. Ask to see his scars.

Unfortunately I never saw much need to buy my kiddos gloves. Juliana salvaged an old pair out of the recesses of her dresser, but The Littles went sans hand coverings until I finally got smart enough to improvise with socks.

Juliana was The Sledder.



Holt was the Snow Ball Flinger.

Carolina was the Whiner. Snow's really not much fun if you're too scared to sled and your hands are freezing cold. She also was Taster of Snow. She gave it a thumbs down and reported that it tasted like guts, grass guts to be exact.

I am unsure of Walter's take on the situation. He ate some, rolled around a little, but was perfectly content to return to the warmth of indoors. He probably had enough of nature when he was a street dog. I'd chance it to say he's spent a night or two shivering beneath a makeshift shelter trying to stay out of the elements. But nothing is more beautiful than a black and white dog in the snow.

Holt and Birch were really the only two game enough for an actual snowball fight. I may have been, had I not been holding my camera (please don't "whatever" me, Juliana). Birch ended up with snow inside his ear and Holt, well... see for yourself.





And though Juliana's Second Annual Valentine's Day Sleepover was snowed out (can't believe I've had need to use that verb!), it was a wondrous treat indeed. And it's snowing still. Just maybe we'll get to do it all again tomorrow. Fingers crossed.