"Hey. There's snow outside." she said.
I peeked through the blinds.
Squinted into the darkness.
It was snowing all right.
A true-to-form, wet and soggy, Vancouver snowfall.
The resident eavesdroppers burst into sudden squeals of excitement.
On went the hats. Out went the girls.
I ventured out into the elements only twice. And it wasn't to play.
Firstly, for the sole purpose of taking a couple of pictures. As you can see.
Secondly, to provide Frosty's adornments. He was recreated. Amazingly enough.
Since there honestly wasn't more than a centimetre of la neige.
I love how my kids are so appropriately attired. We have a full range of snowsuits and cold-weather boots, believe it or not.
They stayed out for an hour. By then, they were sufficiently damp and bath-worthy. And more than ready for fresh-baked cookies and steaming mugs of hot chocolate.
Now THAT'S a yummy bedtime snack.