There was a snow storm warning in effect for most of our little province last night. As we slept, the snow silently fell outside, and hasn't stopped since. We had hot chocolate and whip cream with our breakfast to warm our tummies. Most of the buses were still running this morning and the children let out shrieks of glee as they ran through knee deep snow to catch it. Mike was able to work from home and avoid the roads and a long commute to the city.
We spent our morning cozied up in the basement while giant flakes fell outside. I crocheted a few dishcloths and the boys watched a show or two. When they got bored of that we made a massive fort with every blanket we could find and they whispered beneath it while the baby napped and I shoveled.

The neighbor across the street took his fancy snowblower out of the garage shortly after I started. I was determined to show him up and so I quickly shoveled the walks of the neighbors on either side of me. My arms hurt by the time I started our driveway and I had to practically lift the shovel over my head to empty it each time thanks to the super high snowdrifts. His snowblower kept stalling and I smiled to myself manual labor is always the way to go! I did shovel full after shovel full, glancing over at him out of the corner of my eye as I went. Just when I thought I had beat him, he decided to snow blow the walks for half a block on either side of his house. We definitely bought on the wrong side of the street I thought as I rested my arm on the shovel to catch my breath. It was a good workout! When I had finished the snow drifts on either side of our driveway were taller than me, and my arms felt like jello. I waved to my neighbor across the street and gave him a "you win" nod, then went in to warm up. A little friendly competition is always good motivation. Best morning workout ever!

Our afternoon was slow and quiet. I suited up the boys so that they could go out and have some fun in the backyard. They shoveled trails all over the yard and even took turns covering each other with snow.
Can't get enough of those rosy cheeks and eyelashes...
These days are so precious. I love quiet moments spent watching my children discover and explore. They find the fun in every day and remind me often what life is really about. And somehow, soaking in these moments helps me to forget about all of the fighting and nagging and whining that happens around here sometimes.


I loved watching Joseph take a deep breath and plop back into a big pile of fluffy snow. When it all flew up over his face, he just giggled and tried to lick it off. When he fell it was as if he let go of any stress from the day and let it blow away with the wind. I suddenly wished I could join him. As I've prayed to get a glimpse into this sweet boys mind, I have enjoyed the insights and extra love I feel for him.
When the older kids got home off the bus, they dropped their backpacks in the driveway and began climbing the mountains of snow on each side. They shouted excitedly across the street to some friends, "We're climbing mount everest!" Half of that mountain made it's way into my house as they undressed, kicked off their boots, and dropped backpacks. Then it was straight to the kitchen to fill hungry bellies and talk about the school day. They were pretty glad to see Daddy home already. He shoveled two more times this afternoon. He's pretty much our hero.