Snowy Weekend

My son keeps me young.  I, of course, during this snowy weekend, wanted to stay in bed or on the couch with a book or Season 4 of Lost on dvd.  But my child had other ideas.  Actually, his only idea was wanting to go sled riding.  But as much as I let the gears turn I couldn't think of a single local (as in I'm not driving in this) hill suitable for sled riding that wasn't tree covered or that didn't end in the river.  So, I launched all the sand toys into the back yard and started "oh, come on!  this can be fun!" and sure enough he caught on....

Ah, pretty.


Aw, cute.


The boy has always got to be building something.


Snowball fight in the making.


Snowball fight over, D lost when a very packed snowball went through the snow fort, spraying his face with a fine stinging mist before smacking into his cheek. The howling was funny but I managed a straight face and look of concern "ohhhh, thats terrible, should we go in?" Of course it was "nononono". But there was much face stinging and he wanted his scarf, which we then realized was IN the car which was encased in snow. Tea towel to the rescue.


But now we have these big piles of destroyed snow forts snow. What to do? Pile them together.


Pat it down, stomp it down, let it sit over night.


Then start digging in.


Refining the interior.


Invite some friends (2 neighbor girls were in awe).


Ooo, wait, silly me, needs "protection and decoration" - rain gutters in case of freezing rain (which we did get but not enough to puddle down over his doorway or on his floor) and a flag.


Not even hot chocolate would coax him in, nor dark, nor soaking wetness freezing on him. Sympathy for his frozen mommy did though. Aww sweetie.