It was actually beautiful. Ian gets a little bit confused and calls snow “nose”. Ah, close enough.
We lost power for about 24 hours, which is why I recommend living near family. We spent the night at Gabe’s parents house which is where I learned that eating ice cream when it is snowing is okay as long as you have hot fudge.
Ian wasn’t much into sledding, but he liked knocking the snow off of the car a lot.
I still don’t know if Claudia likes the snow or not because she refused to put her boots and coat on. I shouldn’t be surprised. She is the same baby that only liked swimming if the water was above 88 degrees.
As a bonus, Melissa was here visiting from Tampa so she had the pleasure of getting hit with her first snowball.
Twelve inches of snow looks really deep when you aren’t even three feet tall.