Let me tell you something about Gabriel: he is obsessed with snow. He has been longing for snow all winter. He didn't think Christmas could come until snow covered the ground. (By that logic, I would have celebrated my first Christmas at the age of 12! ) We have had a couple of small snowfalls this winter, but nothing substantial enough for him to have a snowball fight, build a snowman or snow fort, or have any of the fun snow-related adventures he'd heard about from Daddy.
December, January, and February came and went. Then March roared in like a cold, wet lion and dumped 9 inches of snow on us! I will let the pictures speak for themselves...Gabriel's glee is clearly visible. And even Luke, who so despises cold weather that you'd think he had some Southern blood in him (and he's the one who looks like me too! haha!), had a great time in the early spring winter wonderland.
Within a week, every snowflake had melted, and we had traded our heavy coats and mittens for short sleeves and bicycle helmets. Making snow angels gave way to rolling and scooting down a grassy hill. Digging in snow became digging in dirt. Yeah, I really could have done without that last change. My boys need some tutoring in the subject of Hand Hashing and Other Personal Hygiene.
While the snow was great fun and well worth the wait, I'm glad the weather is starting to warm up. These guys have more energy than this apartment can contain, and some days they are only happy when they get a chance to run around like lunatics outside!