Snowy Sunday

And then. It snowed. 

And they wanted to play. And, I figured since I had already bought the required snow gear for the season, that I was obligated to let them have a day of fun with it. I really would have preferred to skip the hour it takes to dress 4 children in snowsuit, hats and gloves and stay inside. But carpe freaking diem. Out we went. 

And. You know what? I actually had fun. It was pretty perfect.

There were snowballs thrown and a few tears. And a dump truck retaliation.

Brian threw me down in the snow and then threw a big handful of snow in my face. Kaden, very concerned, came up to see if I was okay, and asked if I needed an ice pack.

Finley was a better sport than I was.

Sophie likes to play catch. Until she realizes the snow is cold. 

We even had a game of snowball baseball.

Amelia sat and watched from the back of Daddy's car. Entertained. Yet, unamused.

They even learned the dos and don'ts of yellow snow. A concept they find hil-a-ri-ous. 

I'd love to say that we got our snow fix, but I have a feeling there is still more to come.

The last of the nice days

I hate winter. I feel like I have been bitching about it since the first day of fall. I think I am especially dreading it this year because I'm going to be stuck inside. With my kids. Every. Single. Day. And that's a scary thought. Not because I don't love them. Of course I love them. It's just... What am I supposed to do with them? We are not exactly the homebody type. With that being said, I have been taking every last opportunity to get my kids out while I still can. We go to the park every time the weather hits 35 degrees or more. And Finley runs around trying to(and often succeeding at) keep up with his brothers. I swear, it's only a matter of time before he ends up with a broken bone.

The shedding of the coats. "But Mooooommm! We're so hot! We really are! Really!" They weren't. It was 37 degrees out. 

This slide is the one and only thing that he is afraid of at the park. 

A bad guy stole my wallet and took it into the sewer. It's a really good thing my kids are super heroes.

*I wrote this post about 2-3 weeks ago and never published it. I am already missing these warmer days.

The Outtakes

This weekend I decided to do a little photo shoot with the kiddos. Just a quick little thing where I get a couple of good shots for a Christmas card, maybe a new Facebook picture while we're at it. Easy peasy right?

Ha.

Right.

Nice try.

I had such high expectations too. 

I mean, I even bought a new sheet for the occasion.

AND I put said sheet in the drier to try to remove the wrinkles. (I could've ironed. But. Lets be serious now.)

Taking pictures must give them hives or something.

Then, there are the nose pickers. We keep it classy. 

Speaking of classy...

The best part is, we had no idea she had spit up until reviewing the pictures on our computer. Insert joke about being the fourth child here.

At some point. Once all hope is lost. You simply throw in the towel and tell them to be silly.

There's alway next year.