Snow day!

I'm a rock star mom when it comes to some things, and other times I'm a not-so-rock-star mom.  Snow is the bane of my existence. It's one of the things that makes me a not-so-rock-star mom. I HATE snow.  I really really do.  I loathe being cold and wet and having to change clothes because I'm all cold and wet, then to drag my children into it- that's just a cold, wet process I don't want to deal with, so because of my hatred for snow, we don't play in it.  Almost ever.  But the boys have been asking to build a snowman- thank you, Frozen.  And since there was plenty of snow today, I knew it was time to weather the snow.  -did you catch that, oh yeah, pun intended.  Obviously hilarity falls under the list of rock star mom qualities.

2 things happened first:  1. I forgot that it takes 20 minutes just to get ready to go play out in the snow.

That was fun.

And 2. I realized I don't have correct sizes of gloves for my older boys, so we improvised with layered cheap 2 for a $1 gloves and it seemed to work for what we needed.

Finally, we ventured out into Lubbock Blizzsard 2015 and tried to build a snowman.

I say "tried" because it didn't happen.  The snow was far too powdery and soft that we couldn't ball it up.  Apparently, we aren't cut out for Arrendale or Olaf.

So, the boys made snow angels instead.

Jackson's angel looks more like a butterfly, but I appreciate that it reminded me of spring.

 And then they played!

And played!

And played some more!

(He's throwing snowballs at his mama, the nerve!)

Well, Jackson felt the need to clean off the window, "so we could see better".

I didn't have the heart to tell him the snow wasn't hindering our view.

Annnd about about 9 minutes later they wanted to come inside because they were what?

Cold and wet.

Of course.

So we went inside.

We all took warm showers and ate quesadillas for lunch before taking a nice nap.

Frozen Uno (seems appropriate today) and chili to follow.

And where was Harrison, you might ask?

Warm and snug, sleeping soundly in his crib.

I was more than a little jealous.