Would you believe my 8 year old daughter played soccer in a blizzard this morning? Well it felt like a blizzard anyway. I wish I had a video to share with you here. It was both very sad and very funny. The girls on both teams were ALL crying. Their pants were frozen and they kept falling in the muddy snow. Finally at half time both coaches agreed to call it a game. You think?
Since I am such a baby when it comes to snow, I stayed in with the little ones while John took the older kids outside to play this afternoon. He offered to take pictures for me. Wasn't that sweet of him? We are blessed to have this little snow hill right in our front yard.
I love watching the kids play in the snow, warming their little fingers, and making them hot chocolate for when they come inside, but I absolutely detest the big pile of laundry that is now waiting for me in the laundry room.