It snowed just a bit the morning after Christmas. Though it wasn’t much, the snow did cover the grass. Silas saw it and said, “It’s a lot, Mommy!”

We bundled up the boys and took them outside to experience the strange, icy, white stuff all over the ground. The snow was very wet, so it made for good packing. We had a snowball fight, made snow angels, and even managed to scrape together a tiny snowman and name him Frosty–per Silas’ request.

Though we didn’t get much snow during our visit home, it was happy to look out the window and see the snowflakes gently floating down.