Boy in a Blizzard

We had our first blizzard of the season a few weeks ago. The snow started falling in the afternoon and was supposed to be heaviest overnight, followed by strong winds and below freezing temps for a day or two. I decided that if we were going to enjoy the white stuff, we needed to get out there early. Especially because the forecast called for the snow to come up to Eli's chest by the time it was all said and done. So after a good nap, we all went outside to get a head start on the shoveling and enjoy the nice temps while we had them. Eli had never had all his snow gear on all at once so he was quite reminiscent of the boy in A Christmas Story.


He teetered between the edge of the garage and the edge of the snow for quite a while, not sure what to make of it all. I wasn't sure his feet were all the way in his boots so I don't think he could walk very well.

But he was happy to watch his sister enjoy the fun.

He eventually made his way out in it. I had already shoveled about 4 inches off of this part and you can see how fast it had filled up again.
Finally he gave it a go and decided to head for the drifts like his sister. With weeble-like quickness he made his way to the end of the driveway, only to be carried back to the top over and over. Finally it was too dark and cold to stay out any longer, so we reluctantly headed in and enjoyed the rest of the storm from our living room window.

Now any time Myka gets ready to go out and play, he goes to the laundry room and finds his snowpants. It seems his time is coming as another big storm is on the horizon and he's guaranteed some time outside when there is enough snow to shovel. (And yes, I mean me. I don't make the kids do the shoveling. Well, most of the time, I don't...)