Forecast yesterday called for between 15 and 25 centimetres of snow overnight.
It's ten past eleven Saturday morning as I type this and it's still coming down.
Only one thing to do:
Take the boy out to the playground.
Trudging out to the garage to get the sled.
("Oh, this is nothing son. When I was your age I'd have to wade through drifts that were hip-high all the way to school. Uphill both ways!")
The hard part's not so much slogging through a foot of snow, the hard part's dragging 30 pounds of kid behind you.
Umm... Yay?? Maybe we should go home, Dad.
(Don't worry, his thumbs don't really bend that way.)
A couple of watchful dogs to welcome us home.
The rosy-cheeked aftermath.
Minus three layers of clothing.
(Swim lessons are at noon-thirty today. Methinks they'll be sparsely populated due to the snow.)
That was a fun little re-enactment. You can have the snow, though ;-) I Love the pic of Dex in the Cinnamon Bun shirt, way cute!
Posted by: Linda | Sunday, 19 March 2006 at 11:04 AM
Ha! Snow. The bermuda grass is already turning green here. Snow would be wonderful. Then again, the need to mow grass is a little more predictable than the need to shovel snow.
Posted by: Mark | Sunday, 19 March 2006 at 10:57 PM
I can't believe the shirt still fits him! Wow, Simon, that kid of yours is sooooo cute. He has cheeks that were MADE for snow days and a little windchapping. Tav is a lucky little fellow to have Mr. Dex as a big brother. Maybe they'll both become Canadian Olympic snowboarders.
Posted by: Jenn | Wednesday, 22 March 2006 at 03:07 PM