Snow Day

We don't waste snow days at the Shaw residence. The boys are itching (and begging) to go outside the moment they see snow on the ground. And, remembering what it was like to be five years-old, I strap on their snow boots and help them out the door. Thank goodness for hills in our backyard so that after my toes and fingers turn blue, I can retreat to the living room and watch them make snow angels from the comfort and warmth of our couch and fireplace.

 

His lips and nose were bright pink after eating snow all morning...but he continued planting his face in the white powder...I'm guessing he was somewhat numb after the first few face plants.