Living by the coast - we don't often get the snow, I have always assumed it is something to do with being a seaside town, salt in the air etc etc - who knows!? (well... probably weather professionals!)
To our delight - over the weekend we had a few inches, and anyone with a child will know that there is rarely any form of joy that can be found in life, than when it snows, and you utter the words
"Shall we make a snowman"
Finlay, 5, was quite prepared to build said snowman in his pj's, and quite protested when I insisted upon layering him up and finding his wellington boots.
Admittedly he could hardly bend by the time I had finished with the hat and scarf drawer.
He meant business with the snowballs though - he has terrible aim, our only saving grace!
That is, till he got bored of missing and pushed snow down my husbands trousers * insert humongous evil laughter and much merriment *
Oh how I love this boy - and his youthful innocence that allows me to still dress him in home made woollens and monkey hats.
The reason we were laughing in the picture below - is because just a second before - Finlay had been eating the snow from Ben's hat. Tasty.
...... see below ;)