No, my post isn't quite as elegant or as eloquent as Arta's London ones, but snow in Texas is no less remarkable, right? Last week, this whole area got a pretty good covering one morning, stayed long enough for us to play in it, and then was gone. Senya had just recently experienced snow for the first time in Ohio when we visited in December and was eager to try it out again. Ivan had mixed feelings...when he was standing up, he loved it; when he fell, he hated it. Who can blame him? That pretty much describes my feelings about snow too.
Loving it...
Not so much...
Senya discovered the snow covered hula hoop on our back deck. (Yes, just a few days prior we were outside hula hooping.)
One of the first things Senya wanted to try was to eat the snow. We quickly laid the ground rules for that (i.e. skimming off the top only, no yellow snow, etc.) Then she wanted to reenact a scene from the children's book "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatball" where a boy catches soup and juice in his umbrella to eat.
