Boy or a Girl?

The kids got a "snowman kit" for Christmas, and since our snow is likely to disappear with record high temps over the weekend, we decided to make a snowman.

"What do you want to name it, Zoe?"

"Frosty!"



How original.



Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful!

We did it!

I pointed out Frosty's heart was anatomically incorrect.

Daddy pointed out, if it was a "he," that the wooden "nose" could be used for a different part of his anatomy. *ahem*

So we switched it.

The heart, not the "nose."

Taa daa!

Zoe: "Mommy, how do you know if it's a girl or a boy snowman?"

"Ummm."

Dmitri: "It's a boy. Girls don't smoke pipes."

With that question answered, it was time to go sledding.

While the snow"man" watched...

But I'm still not sure about the gender...

It sure acts the part of a diva!

Buried in White Stuff

Twelve inches.


That's right.


It was at LEAST that much.


I honestly think it was more.


Appeared more like a monster fifteen inches to me.


Utterly buried in white stuff.



Snow, of course.

What did you think I was talking about?


And we had to go over the river...

And through the woods to Grandma's again...

Which was an interesting experience, now that we live in a rural area. They don't plow dirt roads.

They barely plow the paved ones.

Even when we got into the closest "major city"...


We saw several cars stuck in the ditch on the way there.

But we, luckily, weren't one of them. Lots of tractors out plowing their driveways. Michael was jealous. He had to use the snowblower. But it was better than a shovel!





We made it to Grandma's and back again without incident.

And it was a truly lovely drive...

Blizzard!

And I don't mean the Dairy Queen kind.

We actually have a real live blizzard warning in effect for our county. Is that cool, or what? I wouldn't be saying that if this wasn't a Sunday, I suppose, but it's kind of nice to be out here in the middle of nowhere with all this snow around. And since I don't have to shovel it (yay for husbands!) or even go out in it...

The weather outside is frightful.

But the fire is so delightful.

And since we've no place to go.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

This is the normal amount of snow we usually get. Three to four inches or so at a time. But this picture is just the blowing snow on the porch, which is under an overhang!

This is actually how much snow we have.

Cars? We have cars?

The kids playing in our backyard.

OOF!

PULL!

Long way to go!

Hi Mom!

The wind is swaying the trees like twigs, gusting up to 50 mph.

And what would a blizzard-y day be without hot chocolate and mom's homemade cookies?

Nine more days until Christmas... the kids are counting down... Maybe we'll have a white one after all!