After 2 glorious months of no snow in January and February, we got slapped in the face with 3 days of snowstorm, dumping around 6" on Chicago. YAY! said the mom of a 4 year old who is dying to play in the snow and a 2 year old who equates playing in the snow with dying. In a moment of sanity-preserving desperation, I gathered up some squirt bottles filled with dyed water, buckets and shovels and paint. Then I spent an hour convincing the girls to pile on all the layers of clothing we own so we could go have fun!
Unconvinced
one of these kids hates snow
Some of us had more fun than others. Lil did eventually hop on the fun parade when we went for a walk down the street. June and I had fun pelting each other with snow balls . . . or rather lobbing handfuls of snow in the general direction of each other because she inherited my sense of aim.
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