Snow!

Our long anticipated weekend in the snow with the home school preschool crew could not have been better timed.

Recent storms meant lots of activity in the mountains, and piles of fluffy, mostly untouched snow everywhere we looked. With blue skies above, the conditions for L & R's first snow trip were ideal.

Chris and I weren't sure how our kids would react to the snow. After the requisite fifteen minutes of getting everyone bundled up in boots, bibs, hats, jackets and mittens -- more clothing than they had ever worn before -- we hoped they wouldn't take one step outside and want to come running back in the house.

Fortunately, the opposite was true, and our kids, along with their four buddies, loved the snow.

They made snowmen. They climbed play structures covered in snow. They helped make their own sledding run in the backyard of the cabin. They stepped on ice to hear it crack, jumped in puddles, and ate mittens full of powdery white stuff (especially Lucie). They played tackle in the snow, and threw snowballs at each other and any unsuspecting grown-ups nearby.

One of the highlights was a morning spent at a snow play area and tubing hill. Our kids were a bit nervous to go down the hills (on an adult's lap) at first, but after a run or two, and a snack break or two, they caught the fever and loved it. We soon devised all sorts of fun ways to go down, in trains with our friends, sideways holding on to our friends' tube, and the most adventurous of all, head-first hanging on to Mr. Chris or Mr. Noah's back.

I loved it that at the end of the morning I had been down the hill with each of the six kids. It was so sweet to hear, "Miss MAY-gan! Miss MAY-gan! I wanna go with you!", and then experience the ride through a different child's eyes.

All in all, it was a great weekend to just be a kid, regardless of whether you actually were one or not (I just might be hinting at you, Mr. Chris), and play to your hearts' content in the snow.