But then the crisp fall air starts to blow in, and before you know it, winter is upon us.
The days of frolicking in the summer sun are replaced with cuddling up by the fire with hot chocolate. Then the snow comes in...
I'll admit, it takes work to get the kids ready to go out in the snow. I mean, summertime? As long as they have the important stuff covered, they are free to roam the backyard. But WINTER. Gloves, snow pants, snow boots, long sleeve shirts, jackets (zipped to the top), hats. Then as luck would have it, they are outside for less time that it took to put all those layers on. So sometimes I'm a bit of a Debbie-downer and don't want to let the kids play in the snow.
But when Dad is home because of an epic snow day, he encourages us to get all bundled up and trek out to the steepest hill we can find. Dad is all about the adventure. So we do just that, and have the most memorable time sledding (Jace) and eating snow (Tanner) and laughing at the biggest kid of all (ahem, their father) attempt to do all sorts of "tricks." Then we go home and get that hot chocolate in our bellies and watch the footage of our adventure. (thanks to the Go-Pro)