Not that the cold stopped us on the snow days.
The first day of heavy snowfall ended with a bit of a blizzard. Strong winds blew flurries of snow off the roofs and trees and whipped it into our faces. Still, we went out to try and build a snowman, and failed. It was way too cold and so the snow was light and dry. Growing up in South Africa I never knew the gradations of snow, how it is slippery near freezing, how it makes better snowballs when a bit warmer but you can do it with dry snow if you squeeze hard. The boys are learning these things a lot earlier and having better success with their aim ;)
|Frost and Wren in the neighbors yard after a snowfight|
|Frost tempting me to come close so he can dump all the snow off the|
canopy onto my head.
|Wren in the blizzard with a large snowball and silly woolen gloves that |
clump snow. He hates mittens.
With news of snow, many residents of steep hills take precautions and move their cars off the steep slopes to flatter streets. However, when cars or other obstacles remain, folks put garbage cans in front of them so that falling and out of control sledders do not crash or go under the cars.
We even saw snowboarders going down from 18th to 23rd and I did the big hill a few times :) This big one is called Black Diamond while 73rd down to 24th is called The Bunny Hill.
|Elias, Frost and Eli on the Bunny Hill.|
The playing fields and parkland at Dahl Field are another favorite snow park. On the first morning of extreme cold we all walked to Dahl field and sledded. I haven't managed to import all the clips into iMovie but I have some great ones of Josh descending at speed from the top of a precipitous hill I can barely walk up in fair weather.
|Josh after his first descent|
|Wren and I coming down a small hill at Dahl Field. Wren said|
"It was a bit fun and a bit scary"
|Wren at Dahl Field on the first day. He fell off the sled and got|
snow down his back so I had to lend him my scarf to recover.
|Frost making a snow angel. Frost doesn't feel the cold like|
a normal person. He kept throwing off clothing at sub-freezing
temperatures and 'losing' things in the snow.
On Thanksgiving, after an early flurry, the snow began to melt. As it warmed it became snowman and snowball snow. The boys made boxes of them and I made a snowman. Frost rolled huge snowballs he could barely carry and tried to throw them at Alex. Alex is far too nimble to be caught by such a colossus and has a dangerous throwing arm (perfected playing baseball) but Frost could not resist the wickedness.
|Alex and Frost with a cache of snowballs (they threw at Fred)|
|Wren with our backyard snowman|
|Frost bending under the weight of the large snowball|