My eyes barely open this morning, and I still couldn't believe what I saw. Snow. White. Soft. Snow. Falling.
I yelled "Ava! Noah!" and had them rush to the back door to see it for themselves. Noah kept saying, "wow...wow" over and over. It took us 20 minutes to locate and dress the kids in somewhat of a snow suit before opening the front door. And when we did, they both stumbled outside as if walking in a floating bubble.
Ava couldn't decide what to do. Frozen in her boots, she was frustrated with her layers. Meanwhile, Noah took this opportunity to play outside and enjoy himself...
Ava finally got around to picking berries, but then realized she couldn't actually pick them with her mittens on. Then the twig fell from her hands.
With a grunt, she bit the end of her left mitten and took it off [even though we told her not to]...
After picking up her twig, she looked up and said, "Mom, it's cold," and then slipped her wet fingers back inside her mitten.
Oh baby yes... it's finally cold outside...
Our adventure outside was cut short [much to Noah's disapproval] and we read books from our home library. Some of the books took a new meaning to Ava - as she finally got to witness, touch and feel - snow. Real... cold...white...snow. Yes!
Books we recommend:
The Mitten by Jan Brett
The Snowy Day by Ezra Keats
Snow is My Favorite and My Best by Lauren Child
p.s. later in the evening, we headed back out to see Christmas lights and Ava got her mittens and hat all by herself... Yes!