Snow, man

Our kids dig building snowmen. Then they eat their frosty brains.

Happy snow days!

Nice of you to show up, snow.

Hey guys. In case you were passed out in a necco heart-induced coma and missed it, this was the scene on tuesday morning. Well, by golly, we certainly weren't going to waste this rare opportunity to make tracks through some fresh powder.

Let's be honest, the good doctor wasn't quite sure what to make of all the chilly hubbub. And who can blame him? Come on, snow! You can't just leave town for weeks without calling or writing, and expect  everything to be cool. The doctor don't play them games.

However, this chick harbors no resentment. She's all, "get over here, you freezin' mess of precipitation! We got us some catchin' up to do!" And how can you say no?

No worries, bro. Just stick close and we'll get through this together. Besides, in only a few short hours, that lovable scamp will have skipped town once again. Sigh.

Here's compacted snow in your eye, kid

In case you live in Indiana and you just so happen to have missed one of the days sandwiched between Springlike weather when Olde Man Winterbone stopped by for a sit-and-spin, here’s a look-see. Baby Jane and i spent one afternoon digging snowfingers, building snowdudes and hurling snowsaucers at our new friends, each other, and ourselves. Therapeutic, to say the least.

Then several days later we turned a chicken into a fish…

Magic.

Don’t that make you feel beleaguered?

In sort of recent times, we concocted this video in the chilly snow in one take whilst the wee one was fast asleep (?) at nap time.

Yay for absurdity.

Neighbors to the neighborless

Months have passed while the houses on either side of us have remained vacant. There appears to be some activity behind door number one. We hate to get our hopes up so we use our imagination. Meet Dave. He's made of snow and compost. He gives Olivia the creeps.