Riley is a snow dog. She loves the snow, diving nose first into every drift. Cooper enjoys it too, but he gets cold sooner. He likes to chase the flying snow.
Aunt Jayme and Uncle Scott were playing with the neices and nephews in the snow and Bronwen kept saying "This is fun!" So they asked her,"What else is snow?"
"Is it wet?"
"Is it cold?"
"Is it white?"
"Is it deep?"
"Is it pink?"
Well, by this time it seemed as though she wasn't really paying attention so they asked "Is the snow hard?"
"The snow's not hard, it's soft!" Aunt Jayme laughed and kicked it.
there was a pause and then Bronwen muttered, "It's hard to walk in."
It's really hard to believe that the temperatures are supposed to warm to the fifties and rain this weekend. My children are really sad that all of the snow will probably be gone so soon. We've been making the most of it though! Such is life in the midwest. We'll get more I'm sure.
I wonder what Mason was thinking of doing with that snow ball? Well, he did not throw it at anyone. He tried to start a snowman, but the snow was too powdery and wouldn't pack. Hmmm, sounds like it is perfect for something else though. SKIING!