I thought I was moving south I tell ya! After digging my car out three times in one week my last winter in Waterville, Maine (in addition to towing the car out of the parking spot once, yep, a total of 3 feet,) I decided it was time to move south…to a place with no snow. But it still snows here. I am greatful for some white to cover the ugly brown we live with from late November to early March, but I thought it would be a bit more balmy down here south of the Mason-Dixon line. The schools let out early, the grocery stores clear out of milk, bread and eggs and kitty litter, and people panic down here when the weather man suggests snow. Hasn’t any one around here heard of snow tires? Nope.

But a bit of the white stuff does mean a large bit of fun for little ones. Even though I have a cough from the nether-world, (recovering from something that hit me hard last Friday with a fever of 102 degrees,) I spent 30 minutes finding and applying snow gear: boots, hats, and mittens, to my two toddlers for a bit of outside time. I managed to grab my camera before heading out and this is what the lense caught. Snow isn’t really that bad if I don’t have to shovel it, and I can stay home.

Snow angel making

"Carrot nose only mommy."

"No Touch"

I am having a tantrum because I can't get up.