As of this morning, Ike's snowpants still had the tags attached. Even though they are snowpants that I myself did not even buy, but were handed down unworn from my nephew several years ago, and were originally intended for Ezra.
I'm happy to say those snowpants finally got put to some good, heavy-duty use.
This was Ike's first "real" time out playing in "real" snow. As in, snow that's more than a heavy dusting, and not half-melted by the time we got our collective acts together to get out in it. I think he's napped though every other play-in-the-snow opportunity this winter.
This time, though. 15 inches! Enough to just open the front door and toss him into the nearest drift.
It's safe to say he's a fan.
Ezra, on the other hand, originally spent less time out in the snow than I spent getting him dressed for the snow, once he realized that his dad had every intention of retaliating his snowball-throwing. NOT COOL, DAD.
He stomped back in and stripped down in a huff, though I was able to tempt him back out with this jaunty little guy:
Ezra selected his carrot nose and hat, and named him Olaf. Then he promptly went back inside because eff this mess, it's cold.
Noah was much more game for Jason's snowball fight, and then spent hours outside with neighborhood kids, exploring and climbing and digging and sledding and snow-surfing.
He was a bright-pink frozen prunesicle by the time I was able to coax him inside with a nice hot bowl of macaroni & cheese.
(RANDOM: My kids have all decided they hate hot chocolate, or even mildly-above-room-temperature chocolate. Weird weirdos or the weirdest weirdos? Discuss.)
And...well, that's about all I've got today. Besides electricity (!!!), plenty of wine and firewood and all of the bread and milk.
(We stocked up on groceries well before the snOMG! madness hit, although I did make Jason go back to the store last night for dishwasher detergent. [It's essential! My kids go through 700 plates and spoons a day! And they are all very sticky and I do not like hand washing any of it!] He came back three hours later, white as a sheet, but still doesn't want to talk about it.)
More snow on the way. Stay warm and safe and frolic-y, my friends.