I'm thankful for precipitation, but not just any precipitation. I speak of snow. Earlier this week, we heard rumors of white bliss. We take such matters seriously, since we get maybe one good snow storm every year. We watched and waited, and finally it came! I took a few pics of Sam observing at the window. A few things to point out: 1. Sam's face is very dirty (regular occurrence around here, he even made it halfway through church looking like this). 2. The jar in front of him is his constant companion. It contains his most treasured possessions - automoblox toys. 3. The second pic shows his distress when the snow stopped. No worries, it started again. We should have a light dusting waiting for us in the morning, just enough to sled on.


This reminds me of a story, one involving a certain child of mine. A few weeks ago, we awoke to heavy frost. So heavy, that the grass and street were glistening white. I casually remarked that it could be possible to sled on, and Chad was ready to go. I'm sure most wouldn't consider sledding on frost, but we do.
The backyard worked really well, he just had to get a running start. Since the hill in the front yard is a little steeper, it's only natural that he would want to try sledding there as well. A little foreshadowing, the sun is more intense in the front yard. Chad climbed to the top, got a running start, belly jumped the sled, and hit a patch of grass (sans frost). The sled stopped, but Chad kept going. His feet seriously went over his head. Once I realized he was okay, I laughed until I cried. And now we know the dangers of frost sledding.