Southern Snow

We had a substantial snowfall over the weekend. Substantial in the Southern sense, that is. It was enough to cancel everything, empty the shelves of bread and milk at the stores, have motorists crashing into each other like the kiddy bumper car rides at the fair, and be completely gone by 4pm. The only thing remaining from 3-5 inches of snow yesterday morning was our snowman.

The Snow-trooper.

It was pretty funny to be building it and have my oldest son fly into view and tackle it ala Terry Tate in the “office linebacker” ads.

I had to include one even though it really isn't even close to the subject of this blog post... Hey, I have a spastic brain, what can I say? They apparently don't make drugs that can fix it...

The day was spent in a constant parade of little kids squealing that it was snowing, dressing in whatever was within reach, running outside, then running back in soggy and cold to receive hot chocolate from Mom. Of course on the way to get the hot chocolate they would drop their soaked clothes all over the hallway. I swear, do kids have an ejector button on their shoes and clothes? The hallway would be clean-ish (as clean as anything ever is in a house with 3 kids) then they would run in, and BOOM! There would be clothes and shoes everywhere.

As a side note, Aiden’s clothing ejector button seemed to be malfunctioning because multiple times during the snow ball fights, he would be seen standing there, snowball in hands, and his wet pants would have fallen down around his ankles. He had this “What do I do; because I’m certainly not putting down the snowball to correct my pant issue” type of expression. I can agree that it was wise to not put down the snowball. He needed it for protection from his older siblings…

There is one thing to be said about the snow, it is pretty...