Snow, snow, and more snow! When we arrived in Omaha three weeks ago, we thought there was a lot of snow on the ground. And there was. Now, however, the drifts are so high that we literally have to uncover part of our mailbox. It's been nearly twenty years since my family moved to Nebraska, and during this whole time, we've never seen anything like it.
Truth to be told, the snow is too deep to be much fun at the moment. Long legs can scarcely sludge their way through it, and kid legs don't stand a chance. Even if you could walk through it, who would want to in this freezing cold? Tomorrow the high is supposed to be -3 degrees fahrenheit (that's -19 celsius.) Brrr! I personally plan to spend all day holed up inside drinking hot chocolate around a blazing fire.
When I'm tempting to complain, I need to remember how much we wanted a white Christmas. God certainly answered our prayers--in abundance. :) Here are some fun pictures of the good times Papa Kay and Brooklyn had playing in the snow several weeks ago.
Talia preferred the workshop in the garage. I love the way she sticks her tongue in her cheek, just like her Grandpa.
It was a little too chilly for Eli outside, so he stayed cozy next to Santa.
No matter how cold the weather, a glimpse of that smile will make you melt.
Many warm wishes to you all!