Complaints aside, on December 25th, around 7pm, we experienced one of the few perks of a flippin' cold night: a snowy Christmas. I figured the flurries that fell on the windshield of the Jeep as we headed home from Christmas dinner at Goma's were a momentary treat for the kids to witness, and we could finally begin a new We haven't had a White Christmas in Charlotte since...tale. And does it really count as a White Christmas? Do you have to wake up to find the world blanketed in perfect white powder in order to be able to claim this title, or is it simply a matter of seeing flakes on that day? The kids were thrilled to see the wet flakes splat on the windows, I decided it meant we would surely be treated to an early and incredibly warm Spring, and we all went to bed thinking very little about the snow.
Certainly not expecting to wake up and find this in our backyard...
It's been a while since I've seen and felt quiet like this.
But we didn't stay cooped-up for long. A snowy, peaceful jog around the 'hood. I don't think we saw a single car on the road. But we did encounter a fellow runner. He said, Are we addicted, or crazy, or what? I replied, Probably both.
You can't see it, but she's wearing a Robin (as in, Batman and Robin) costume underneath that jacket. It is her new favorite outfit, even in the snow.
The pure joy of throwing snow at your mommy.
Mark made a run to BuyBuy Baby where we'd spotted these sleds several weeks before when we were shopping for a baby shower gift. At the time, he said, Let's get one. I scoffed, We're not going to need one of those.
Stella loved it. Mostly just being pulled around like a Princess.
I just hope it won't be a one-time wonder, after all, it's only December. That leaves lots of winter days for more snow and sledding and Frosty building.
Or that early Spring could come and the kids can sled down muddy hills from April showers.
April showers that come in February, of course.
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