Something about snow

There's just something about snow.

It's beautiful to look at and fun to play in.

It doesn't matter how old I get. I love snow.

Unless, of course, I have to drive in it. That's a different story.

And don't forget shoveling. I love to shovel snow. Because, as Victor says, that's what I do all day. It's my work.

But today was for playing. With warmer temperatures and a dazzling blue sky.


Mr. Victor's teacher of the visually impaired taught him about snowballs. Apparently they were mentioned in preschool and he wanted to know what they were. She could have described it to him but instead, they bundled up, went outside, and she helped him make snowballs. And then she told him about snowball fights.

That's the kind of TVI everyone should have.


So from the moment he came home today, snowballs were all he could think about. All he could talk about. I promised we'd go out.

He was so happy.

And the girls decided to join in the snow fun.

And how pleased we were with our very first snowman ever. All. by. herself.