We literally went from getting sweaty in regular hoodies and jeans to freezing our tails off in umpteen dozen layers of clothes in the snow.
Here are Chyenne and Cohen walking out of the restaurant, as you can see, small snow flakes were falling quickly and the ground was getting white.
We had to go the back way home after noticing that our 2-wheel drive car wasn't doing too well in the snow/ice-covered roads.
It took us nearly 20 minutes to get home, after navigating around a lot of traffic and sliding on the ice. It only took us 4 minutes to get to the restaurant on the dry roads.
Here was our yard when we arrived back home. The same field that Cohen was picture running with his soccer ball just days earlier. WOW.
Hubby got called in to help people who were stranded in the winter storm with the military... so the kids and I just played and played. When we were too cold to play any more, we came in to warm up by the fire, eat something warm, change our clothes and head back out again.
(BTW, I am STILL trying to catch up on laundry. When we don't have proper snow clothes, we layer... fifteen layers were good.)
I agreed. It was funny to see how much Chyenne loved the snow and how much Cohen liked the idea of snow better than the realization of the cold. He is a true Southern boy.
There is just something purely magical about seeing everything covered in snow. It was gorgeous. The sky was beckoning us to stay outside and enjoy the wonder of God's creation. So, we did!
We even called friends, our cousins, over to come and play in the snow. Thank goodness for four wheel drive, four wheelers, and RZRs. :)
We navigated the snow redneck style pulling the kids around on a lid from an old turtle sandbox. The kids made countless snow angels, attempted several snowmen (even though the snow was too powdery to form a good snowman), threw tons of snowballs, etc.
We even made a trip to the store on the RZR to get more gas for the fun and extra snacks for everyone.