The snow that was!

We remember it. We hear about chances of it. But we never get it. That's right....snow. The last few years we have not gotten more than a dusting. But every year we hope. Anytime there is a 20% chance or higher, we get our hopes up. But it seems every year we are disappointed. I don't know which is more appealing to my kids: the thought of going out and playing in the mysterious, fluffy stuff, or just getting out of school. Every year the county builds in snow days and every year we don't get to use them.

This snow was a little more than a dusting, maybe not quite an inch. We'll take it. The first day Allie and the little kids played a some in the dusting we got. They just ran out in their jeans and tennis shoes and didn't last long. Then the next morning we woke to falling snow. I happen to have snow boots and bibs that fit Tanner, Connor and Sydney. So this time we got serious for our little powdery mix. They stayed out much longer and hopefully feel like they weren't jyped this year.

Making snow angels in the dust

Taking mini-snowman on a ride

Building a little snowman seemed to be a good idea

Right before Connor put a mouthful of snow in his mouth he asked: "Is this snow fresh?"

Hot Chocolate time!

These are a few of our favorite things

Happy New Year! Here are some of our favorite things from the holidays:

Trey's favorite: a car given to him by his grandparents.

Every 16 year old's dream...unwrapping a small box with

a car key in it! (the key belonging to his grandmother's

old 2001 Nissan Pathfinder)

Allie's favorite: she had been wanting a guitar for a while and was very surprised and excited to finally get one.

David's favorite gift he made: THE ALAMO. With the help of grandpa, David built his dream of what an Alamo playset should be. The boys got lots of army and Mexican men to play with. As much as they loved it, I think David loved it more.

One of Sydney's favorite things: Finally getting to see and hold baby Afton. (can you see her?)

Tanner and Connor's FAVORITE things were: their Davy Crockett rifles and a George Russel costume (for those who don't know about Davy, Russel is his trusty side kick). True story: Connor recently decided he couldn't be a teacher when he grew up b/c they have to get a flu shot. He told me the other day he figured out what else he could be when he grew up: An indian hunter. I'm not kidding. He received the Daniel Boone series for Christmas and had seen lots of glorified Indian hunting going on, and thought that might be for him. Soooo glad this conversation took place in the privacy of our car and we could explain that American Indians are people just like us and we don't fight with them anymore. He then said "well maybe I could just hunt animals and the Indians could protect me."

My favorite things are family time and traditions: