On Sunday, Rich and I decided to take the boys up to play in the snow. For fifteen minutes there was a mad scramble around the house to put together outfits fit for the snow, even though we own nothing that is suitable for the snow, let alone getting out and playing in it. After we dressed Ryan, he could barely walk to the car with all six of his layers on. Thank God he still wears diapers, because he was dressed for the next four hours. Matthew's clothing was a bit different. He did have snow shows and gloves and a thick jacket, so we were a little less worried about him freezing to death.
After all of the layers of clothing, after putting in the snow discs, after driving an hour and a half to find snow....it ended up being the quickest trip in history of all snow trips. We got out, we played, we froze, we got back into our car. Here are some pictures. Don't adjust your screen, your eyes are fine, yes that is Rich out in the snow (35 degrees) playing in shorts. The few choice words I had to say to him will go unpublished for now....but I'm sure you can figure it out...those of you who know me well.