It's true. In response to my raspberry, yesterday looked like this:
Snow is a big deal in Alabama.
At several points in my life, I've said something along the lines of, "NOW I feel like an adult." Signing life insurance, signing our first mortgage, crying in my first OB's office - they all felt like rites of passage into adulthood. But seriously, nothing has ever made me feel as old as yesterday, when I watched the falling snow and rather than exclaiming, "Look! It's snowing! Hooray for snow!" I thought - great. More days of being trapped inside by mud and cold.
I felt about 82 right then.
But I did push through and feign some enthusiasm, for the sake of Silas and the pictures I knew I would wish I'd taken after the snow had melted (Asher spent the day at his grandma's, where he made a snowman with celery arms, just the way God intended). So we bundled up and went outside for about fifteen minutes, which is about as long as anybody who doesn't own proper shoes and gloves really enjoys the snow anyway. And a good time was had by all. Even me.
Look Mom! Gloves!
He's watching the snow fall. Pretty.
I love this picture. Silas has learned to pose at the camera.
Watching Taylor in the snow is almost as much fun as watching the kids. The dog is positively invigorated by cold weather. Here he is, looking like a puppy again.
Every time we would say, "Look Silas, it's snowing!" Silas would burst into spontaneous applause and shout, "HOORAY!" Like so:
And my favorite of the day - he's laughing at his dad here, who was attempting to ski, a la Risky Business, across the yard. Silas and Taylor found it equally amusing.
One to grow on: across town, Asher and Grandma were making their own fun:
With celery arms. Of course.
Happy de-mudding, all.