Snow

This is for all of my cold weather relatives.

You know, the ones who think I've gone soft.
(Which may or may not be true...)

The other day we were walking to school and stumbled upon a small pile of snow.

I honestly don't know where it came from, but there it was.

I said to the kids, "Look at that guys!"

They walked over to inspect it and Jack gives me his raised eyebrow look and says,

"Mom, what is that?!"

Oh come on, Jack! 
We can't show our faces to the relatives if you can't even recognize a small pile of snow.

Good grief.

Since then though, he has wanted nothing more than to spend some time in real snow.

But since his lame sauce parents haven't taken him to the mountains,

Mother Nature granted his wish...kind of.

Would you look at that?!

Real live "snow" in my very own backyard.

Actually, it's just a little pile of hail that gushed out of the gutter,

but you've got to take what you can get, right?

The boys had a great time touching it and driving their trucks through it

Well, for a minute or two until it melted.

But at least now he will recognize it, right?