A lovely gift left by the snowplow after we had dug out Sven. |
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! |
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,
LOVE IT! CHEEEEEEZZZZZE!
ReplyDeleteI too am a bear when it comes to snowstorms. Grumpy and sleepy.
ReplyDeleteGreat pictures of the kids! :)