White Day After Christmas!!!!!!!

I don’t know about your part of the world.  But in mine, snow is as rare as kids cleaning up their Christmas toys without being asked.  I think the last recorded white Christmas was in something like 1889.  I can hardly remember it.

We are  thrilled when we get flurries. Even when snow is predicted, it rarely happens.   So, late Christmas night, after dropping into the sleep of the slam out exhausted, Sam woke up with an SHR episode.

And for once, it was a good thing.  As he griped and stomped, we flipped on the flood lights and snow was coming down in beautiful, giant flakes.  Even though it was 2:45am, Wayne and I went into the den to watch the snow.   It was sticking!   It was one of those times that I really appreciated living in the country.  So pretty.  And even as I type this and it’s melting, the white in the trees is so pretty against the bright blue sky.  I’d take a picture and show you,  but I’m kinda comfy and lazy.  You’ll just have to trust me.

There are quite a few rocks in my yard, but that black one down front is actually Mack’s hiney.

We took a long, long, long walk in the woods.

Our driveway was all iced up.   I do so love having an excuse to stay at home!

There was wrestling.  As a mom, I’m obligated to yell things like,  “Watch out, someone’s going to fall on a limb and put out an eye!”

“Be careful up there!”

“DO NOT get in the pond.  You aren’t wearing bathing suits!”

“Don’t get too close to the road!”

I yelled other motherly things too.  Like, “Get him!!!”

A snowman with big 80s hair sprung into exsistence.

We were so excited about the snow that I didn’t make breakfast.  This child only had snow to eat.

Our very own “A Christmas Story” moment.

Sam and Adam decided after walking many miles that they’d take the short cut home.

Sam finally succumbed to his hunger and exhaustion.

Surely the other two are hardier.  They can cowboy up and make it on snow alone, right?

I don’t know, Adam’s looking ghostly pale.  Is he that hungry or simply overexposed?

They apparently were all that hungry and tired.

Or were they just making snow angels?

I’m going with snow angels, cause it doesn’t make me sound like an unfit mother!

After all, we have leftovers.  Lots and lots and lots of leftovers. And as soon as everyone made it home, I made them plates.  And nice hot chocolate with those gingerbread shaped marshmallows and homemade whipped cream.  That makes up for nearly starving them, doesn’t it?

Hope you had a great Christmas! White or otherwise!

I’m enjoying this holiday so much and hope you are too! Having all my fellows at home with me is my very favorite thing!