We, Texans, don't see snow very often. So when we arrived in Utah to spend Christmas with Gramma and Papa Shaw, the kids couldn't wait to play in it. So after much scrounging for hats and mittens(my Mom so thoughtfully bought snow boots...they don't even sell them where we live). Everyone was bundled up and ready to go, everyone, but Maggie. It took some convincing to get here to even go out in the "cold white stuff." Ahhhh...she is a girl after my own heart. I'm not afraid to say that I don't like the cold and I don't like the snow. I don't ski or snowboard and I don't do much sledding, although that is on the agenda for tomorrow(I do it for the sake of the kids). I hate having to wear a million layers even inside the house. Everything is wet from your car to your house because the snow gets tracked everywhere. And there is nothing worse than stepping in a cold wet puddle of melted snow on the kitchen floor with your bare feet. I stepped outside just long enough to snap some pictures. When I finally made them come inside and remove their many wet layers, Maggie proudly announced that she is beginning to like the snow. 
Feeling a little nostalgic
11 years ago
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I don't blame you. I have mixed feelings about snow, too. But since we're skiers my family makes my participate in the annual snow dance and sacrificing of the ant. It really worked this year at our house. We're buried!
Looks like we are doing the exact same thing, watching kids play in the snow! Good times... Call me after Christmas so we can plan something. Merry Christmas!!
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