It snowed

Rather, we got an entire winter's worth of snow in the space of 36 hours.

A lovely gift left by the snowplow after we had dug out Sven. 

Kekoa went forth valiantly with his shovel, and experienced all the magical-ness of childhood, before shoveling and going to work become a concern.

He helped us shovel, digging around the sides of the car where the big shovel couldn't reach. And he was light enough that he acted as his own snowshoes: here he is standing on top of three feet of snow, but he didn't sink down. He felt like the king of the world.

He pretended the snow was sugar, and baked all sorts of delights with it.

He was also a big fan of sled rides. He had a great time in general, except for when he had to go inside, at which point he would start wailing, "I'm FROZEN, I'm FROZEN!"

Ellie, on the other hand.

Yeah, not so much. 

That's how she spent most of the time while Kekoa was playing and we were shoveling. Between all the growling and hibernating, she made a pretty passable imitation of a bear. Apparently winter is not her thing.



We also had lots of inside time, where we drank "special tea," played lots of "find-the-bear-hibernating-in-the-cave," and watched The Snowman at least four times in two days. They were enchanted, and Kekoa walks around continually singing, "I'm walking in the air."

Selfie with the bear!

Ellie also developed the distressing habit of saying "Cheese" when her picture is taken. It's not that she says "cheese"....it's the face she makes every time.

It's going to be a couple of years before I get a good picture of her again. Ah well. I can always fall back on the pictures of her sleeping,