Snow days are for...

Warm cinnamon buns and coffee.

Spontaneous visits from friends.

Conversations of motherhood while babies play.

Nerf battles and homemade pizza.

Books to be read.

Both big hearts and little hearts filled.

EFA 3.5, I dare you

I loved every season as a child.

Mud season brought small lakes to our yard to which I would used an small old cement mixer as a boat and a stick as a paddle and sailed away dreaming of real boats and real adventures.

Spring brought frog eggs, tadpoles, and the wind on my face as I raced up and down the old courty road on my bike.

Summer brought camping, fire flies, beach time, and sun burns.

Fall brought branches cracking as I tromped through the woods to the little stream on which I was always trying to create a bridge that usually washed away prett quickly.

Even though those memories are dear it's Winter that beats them all.  Those cold months ment the swap was frozen which was perfect for a little slippin' and sliding.  The marsh just on the otherside of the trees made for a nice little snow field perfect for sitting in the quiet talking with God.  Every weekend I was on the slopes with my grandfather and at least one sibling or cousin.  After every storm a building of snow was constructed.  By the end of the year we had a complete town.  The first four storms were dedicated to building each of us our own house, from there we would build a hospital, school, store, and what ever else we could think of.  When we got tired of building we would go back to our houses to renivate.  Mom would kindly fill pitcher after pitcher of water that we could dump over the walls giving them a layer of ice to slow the melting process.

This weeks family day the four of us set out to make our first ever fort. Good days good memories.

When it was time to see if she was worthy of war I began to think of how much fun it would be if our besties were around.  To which I realized that we both love a bit of compitition, so why not compete in the ability to build a snow fort? Then I got to thinkin' maybe it would be fun for the rest of the winter to improve our fort and see if our friends can do the same posting pictures with each improvement.  And then I got to thinkin' maybe it would be fun if anybody and everybody, those with kids or without kids got in on the action..

So here's me saying to you, "I dare you"... (Assuming more snow comes of course)

EFA 3.4 - Finding the good in Nemo..

A snow storm so fierce that it was worthy of a name.  A snow storm that closed the Hut giving me a pajama day at home with my three most favorite people.

The storm blew the tarps off the wood pile and it looks like some logs too.



Oh wait!  Silly me, that is our wood pile!...Praise the Lord!

While Strong man worked hard shoveling paths and cleaning off the deck I took on the painful task of keeping the kidlets busy.

Aaah, yes so very painful...

Jumping, falling, and flipping off the deck brought back many childhood memories.  In my childhood house there was a deck coming off the second floor.  I would convince my wee little siblings to climb on up and jump off with me.  It was great fun!  Of course until Mom peaked her head out the door and much to her horror saw what we were doing.  She knew every ER personal by there first name so I'm sure it wasn't really what we were doing that she saw but what the effects of our actions were...Since nobody got hurt and since we don't have a second story deck I didn't mind passing it on to my children.

How in snow as deep as he is tall does he find a stick?!

Gifts...
~ A nice man who gave me $50 as a tip the night before as he knew the storm would keep so many away.
~ An unexpected family day.
~ A plow man that we love working hard to get me to work asap, only to find out work decided to close.
~ Fluffy snow for easy shoveling.
~ A strong man to do the shoveling.
~ Teaching my boys to love the snow.
~ Remembering times past when I was the child.
~ Warm tea, coffee, & lemon water to take the chill off the bones.