First Snow

The first snow of the season is magic.



 

And we've been reveling in the magic of it.

When it snows in Cleveland and you've got two kids who love the snow, you seize the day.  Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars, do not clean the house-- just get outside.

 


Yesterday we went sledding in our front yard, which entails a lot of pushing sleds forcefully down the slight incline on one side of the lawn.  The kids ate it up.  Ivy, little be-mittened hands covered in snow, furiously signing "more," Jack demanding more and faster and giggling like mad.

Then, we trudged our way around the block.  Because its not often that you can pull two sleds all the way around the block on a layer of fresh, white snow.  By the time we got home, the children's noses were pink, Ivy had piled snow all over her legs, the dog's paws were covered in snowballs and Nat and I were sweaty and exhausted.

It was great.



Today, we built snowmen in the slush.

Jack woke up asking to sled and spent his waking moments looking for icicles; Ivy talked nonstop about the "no" alllll day.  They will be sad little children tomorrow when it all melts away.

But for today?  Magic.