I love taking pictures of my kids in the snow. It’s the only time they don’t look super white. The snow is always whiter and my kids’ cheeks are flushed pink, giving them a healthy glow. This little Owlet of mine still loves his bear hat. It’s the only thing babyish he’ll wear. The other day he actually told me to stop calling him a baby. I said, “Okay. Baby.”
Owlie spent six hours in the snow during our snow days. That is a record. He never once complained about being cold. He only came inside because his brothers did. He really must be big if he can handle the cold weather like a pro. Excuse me while I go cry for a minute.
RedDog is in the tough snowball fighting phase. He builds forts and then pelts his brother and friends with perfectly round balls crafted using his snowball maker. Best Christmas present ever. When there is snow, of course. It’s fun to see him in the snow because he doesn’t wear his glasses. It’s freckle city.
Big C pretends like he’s too cool for the snow. But he can’t help himself. He’s a kid at heart. He helped me shovel the driveway twice during our snow days. That’s two times more than the Hubby. Hmmmm…
Big C also pretends like he’s out in the snow to “help Ollie”. But we know the truth. He wouldn’t wear snow pants – too cool for that – but he did ask me to get him better gloves. Then he was in the thick of the snowball fighting and before he knew it, he was having a great time. I even caught him SMILING on camera. Love it when that happens.
I feel like I should mention that this is the first time all winter the boy has worn a coat. He is a sworn member of the I’m A Teenager, I Don’t Need A Coat Club. It’s a club made up of idiots who would rather freeze than put on a simple jacket. Go figure.
These are my snow boys. I love them. I love them in the snow a whole, whole lot. I’m so happy I grabbed the camera and caught this memory yesterday. Before I know it that big one is going to be out the door.
We need MORE SNOW.