As you saw on our Instagram feed, we woke up to a snow surprise on Thursday morning. Maybe it had been in the forecast or on the news and we just missed it, but considering it had been 60-degrees and thunderstorming the day before… well, it was just not what we expected to see out our window.
It was probably only 3-4 inches, but it was beautiful. It was that fluffy snow that gently coats all of the tree branches and it made for a pretty awesome “first time” of seeing our house all covered in white.
Temperatures quickly moved above freezing as the sun rose, so the roads were clear in no time (there weren’t any school delays or cancelled activities for anyone).
Clara was more excited about snow than she’s ever been before (I credit Frozen for that) and she gobbled down her breakfast and was dressed in record time to go outside. Thankfully last year’s hand-me-down snowsuit still fits… sorta.
Once outside, she was like a movie montage of snow activities. There was running and making footprints…
…a brief and very lop-sided snowball fight…
…some snow angel making…
Whatever this is happened too.
Things culminated with the creation of a small snow family (complete with Burger and tiny bun out of the oven – which Mommy is holding). The snow wasn’t actually as good for packing as I thought it would be, so we couldn’t roll anything much bigger than this.
My only regret from the morning is that poor Sherry was inside dealing with morning sickness for most of it (although she did get to peek out on us occasionally).
And let it be known that right now Clara’s only “make a funny face for the camera” is a frown. But it is pretty funny…
Oh and as for our tiny snow family, it became a game to check on them out the living room window. In case you’re wondering who prevailed the longest, I fell off the deck within hours, Sherry stuck around a while, but the final two remaining snow-folks were Clara and Burger, which is pretty funny because they were the smallest, so you’d figure they’d melt away first. Small but mighty…
Clara: Mom, octopuses are kinda mean.
Mom: All of them? Or just some of them?
Clara: Just a few of them. The rest are ok.
Mom (pretending to be sick): Doctor Clara, I’m sick. What’s my diagnosis?
Clara: You have… (looks around and sees a stuffed reindeer) … Reindeer-itis! It’s when you swallow a reindeer and it’s stuck in your throat.
(Dad walks into the kitchen and sits down next to Clara)
Clara: Hi-ya toots!
Mom: When you eat food, it goes down your throat and into your tummy.
Clara: And then it goes all the way down into your legs! Isn’t that cool?
Mom (during our New Year’s Eve dinner, while chatting about “word of the year” resolutions): Clara, what’s your word of the year for 2014 going to be?
Clara (thinks a long time): … ketchup!
Psst- Check out dozens of other conversations with Clara here.