White Christmases are rare in Dallas, so this was such a treat. Actually, snow anytime is a treat. When we got back home from Christmas at Mimi and Pop's house we found our neighborhood and house covered with snow. The further north we drove on the way home, the more snow was on the ground (and the roads). The boys could not wait to get bundled up and go outside.
The wind was blowing in gusts and the snow, which was still coming down, was flying right in their faces in this photo...cold!
The boys tried making snow balls, but the snow was very dry and freshly fallen so they didn't have much luck.
But just tossing loose snow around is fun too!
Ethan wanted to make a snow man so badly and daddy tried to help, but the snow just would not stick together no matter how much we tried.
So, more snow-throwing ensued...
Those snow shoes I'm wearing are so old they are almost vintage. I got them in high school when my grandparents had their cabin in Durango, CO. I think we actually got them at the Walmart there. I kept them up there for years to use when we visited during the winter. I hardly would have worn them at all down here. But when they sold the cabin and moved here a few years ago, I stuck the boots in the top of my closet and they only come down on rare occasions like these. But I guess it's good that I still have them (and a place to store them).
After playing in the front yard for a while, we moved to the back yard to see what it looked like out there.
I could not figure out why Ethan voluntarily fell backwards into the snow...
...until he started making a snow angel. The fact that his bare back was probably touching snow when he raised his arms up did not seem to bother him at all.
Of course, Logan wanted to do a snow angel too...
...which only lasted for a few seconds until he realized that the snow was falling directly onto his face. So, daddy to the rescue.
This photos sums up just how excited Ethan was to be playing in the snow. He could have stayed out there for hours.
In this photo, Logan is saying, "cold!" Yes, it is, son. In fact, I was ready to go back inside after the first five minutes. But, we stayed out for about an hour. I think I like to look at snow more than actually be outside in it.
One last wagon ride through the snow before we made them go inside. It was about to get dark and time for dinner. But still they vehemently protested going inside. However, after a warm bath and sitting by the fire, they enjoyed watching the snow falling from inside the house. What a fun way to end Christmas Day!