We got our first significant snow last night.
I’ve got to admit that there was something peaceful and pretty about it.
Andy and I snuggled on the couch last night watching How I Met Your Mother episodes on Netflix while the landscape outside our front window became whiter and whiter.
One of my favorite things about a fresh snowfall is how light the sky looks from the reflection of the white, snow-covered ground.
At the risk of sounding cheesy, there’s something magical about it.
This morning after breakfast, Andy went out to shovel our driveway and sidewalk lest our fine city slap us with a citation.
Yes, we’ve been cited for an overly long, lush lawn and they hand out tickets if you don’t clear your snowy walkways soon enough too.
And no, I don’t live in a fancy suburb so I’m not sure why they make such a fuss.
Grace has been suffering from a bit of cabin fever, so I decided to bundle her up and take her out into the snow for a while.
After breaking into a full body sweat just getting her boots, snow pants, mittens, coat and hat on, we were ready to go. I had flashbacks of the mom in A Christmas Story when she was turning Randy into a mummy before he walked to school. “Mom, I can’t put my arms down!”
We headed out the side door and I set Grace onto the driveway. Normally she’s a mover and a shaker and can’t be bothered with sitting still, but she stood there in one place and didn’t move.
I’m not sure whether her boots felt funny or she was overly bundled, but it was like pulling teeth getting her to walk!
I finally coaxed her into walking down the driveway with me but as soon as I let go over her hand she stopped walking and just stood there.
It was too funny!
I wanted to see what would happen if I set her down on the snowy lawn, and when I did she just stood there. I pleaded with her to walk over to me and when she finally did, she totally face-planted right into the snow!
Poor thing! Her face was covered in snow and she was freaked out.
After picking her up and dusting her off, we moved back onto the pavement where she could at least keep her balance.
My little adventurer isn’t so sure of the snow just yet. Maybe she’ll like it better when we take her sledding tomorrow!