Living in the south . . . and we actually owned some
Snowball fights + wrestling in the snow =
fun, fun, fun!
He may be small . . . but he was mighty and held his own!
Meet Mr. Snowman (not an original name, but thelittle guy insisted!)
And the great thing about living in the south? The snow comes, we enjoy it, and in 36 hours it's gone.
Really, I had forgotten how much work a snowfall can generate: getting dressed to go outside; losing and searching . . . and losing and searching . . . for five pairs of mittens; getting wet, coming in to dry off and take a hot shower, then going back out later to begin the cycle again; dripping puddles and puddles of water on the laundry room floor; and feeding hearty appetites resulting from all that outdoor air and exercise.
Sigh. It was so much fun. And I can launch a snowball with the best of them!