Yesterday it snowed. Yes, snow. I realize that this may not be a big deal for most of you, but for us in the South, in particular my town, this is HUGE. Seriously. Luke's bank didn't open until 11am (even though he stayed home with my sick self to tend to the youngin's). Schools closed, daycare centers left working parents to fend for themselves...why I wouldn't have been surprised if the USPS itself closed, except for that motto of theirs, something about rain, sleet, snow, hail...
At any rate, the ground was covered..sorta. It was probably no more than what you northerners would call a "dusting" but we southern folk considered it an all out blizzard. I bet the Wal-mart was slap out of bread and milk.
I was super bummed because of all the weather that this southern girl experiences, snow is the least likely to happen and yet my absolute favorite. So, I bundled up my 2.5 year old boy (the girls were, and still are, at the grandparents since this is my second visit from Mr. Streptococcus) and sent him out to play in the bitter cold with his Daddy.
Now, usually Luke's not the photographer in the family. But this time, I've gotta give him props. He did a superb job, and while I wasdoped up passed out on pain meds in the bed, he took pictures that made me feel like I was right out there with them. Actually, with the way those pain meds made me feel, I MIGHT HAVE been right out there with him and never known it.
Come to think of it these pictures ARE pretty good...
Lucas boots, Daddy boots.
Guess who?
Seriously. Where did this man get his photo taking skills all of the sudden?
Our Winter Wonderland (and part of Brinkley's tail).
At any rate, the ground was covered..sorta. It was probably no more than what you northerners would call a "dusting" but we southern folk considered it an all out blizzard. I bet the Wal-mart was slap out of bread and milk.
I was super bummed because of all the weather that this southern girl experiences, snow is the least likely to happen and yet my absolute favorite. So, I bundled up my 2.5 year old boy (the girls were, and still are, at the grandparents since this is my second visit from Mr. Streptococcus) and sent him out to play in the bitter cold with his Daddy.
Now, usually Luke's not the photographer in the family. But this time, I've gotta give him props. He did a superb job, and while I was
Come to think of it these pictures ARE pretty good...
Lucas boots, Daddy boots.Guess who?Seriously. Where did this man get his photo taking skills all of the sudden?Our Winter Wonderland (and part of Brinkley's tail).