SNOW!

Yes, that is correct. We woke up to a blanket of snow Sunday morning. The flakes started falling early Saturday evening and by the time we woke up in the morning, everything was a beautiful white. Snow is first of all very foreign to me, but then the fact that it is late March...that is just crazy to me. It has been years since I have been in snow and neither Weston nor Natalie have ever seen it (or our poor cars for that matter).

When Weston woke up I took him to the window and opened the blinds. He was very perplexed by the current appearance of the outside world. I told him that this was snow. He repeated the word several times as if saying it aloud would somehow make him understand what was going on. One thing was for sure - he wanted to investigate!

We quickly realized that we did not have the proper attire for snow play in any way, shape, or form. After all, we had only worn sweaters TWICE the entire winter in Phoenix. Weston doesn't do sweaters. Boots, gloves, snow bibs - we don't even know what those are. I must say Roland was very clever when he put ziploc bags over his and Natalie's feet. Weston would have nothing to do with that though. Oh, and then socks on the hands - are you kidding Mom? So, Weston went out in pajama pants and a sweater. That is pretty much what all of us looked like. Not the smartest idea. But, we worked with what we had.

Both Weston and Natalie were very careful. They didn't know what this strange white stuff was and certainly didn't like how cold it was. Weston would work up some courage and take some steps and thought it was funny that Dad was touching it and playing with it. Dad even made a ball out of it. How did he do that?! Natalie stood in the snow, frozen. She tried to gain her balance and slide her leg through the snow to make some forward progress. She was up past her knees. She didn't really know what to think of it. She did like touching it though and liked the way it felt in her hands - until of course her hands became frozen.

All is fun and games until the cold wins out. Both Weston and Natalie eventually fell in it and the cold set into their bones. Once it touches the skin, it is all over. Tears began and we decided it was time to turn in. Poor Natalie's lips were turning blue and Weston couldn't move his fingers. So, they ended their fun with a nice warm bath.

I must say their first encounter with this strange, cold, white stuff went pretty well. Hopefully we will be a little more prepared for our next encounter so they can actually play!