Snow Day

Yesterday morning we woke to find four inches of snow on the ground, and it snowed at least another four  inches by noon. A few roads were closed. Schools closed around noon, as did Justin's office. My work released us early to drive home while the daylight remained.

It was as much of a snow day as we get around these parts.

Justin and I hurried home and took the kiddo outside for some fun.

The last time we frolicked in the snow in our back yard Kendry whined each time any snow found its way onto his skin, as in snow getting on his face or between his glove and jacket sleeve. After five or six whining incidents in the span of a half hour I was seriously thinking to myself "And this is why we need to move to Alaska, so my kiddo can toughen up a bit. Its just snow, for Pete's sake!"

Alright, so that thought probably won't win me Mother of the Year anytime soon, but at least I'm honest. 

You can't blame the kiddo though. Our valley gets maybe one really good snow a year.

But wouldn't you know it, Alaska appears to have toughened him up. Kendry didn't whine one bit about the snow when he went sledding (and flying out of his sled face first) in Alaska. Nor did he whine when we ventured out to my parents' hot tub in nothing but our bathing suits. 

Yesterday I saw Kendry get snow between his glove and jacket sleeve countless times; he simply paused to brush it off and then kept right on playing.

Atta' boy, Kendry!