And that isn't even all of it; if you look closely at the picture you can tell that the snow is still coming down. I think we got six to eight inches of accumulation by the time it was all said and done. Normally I'd be complaining about that much snow in November, but this was my favorite kind of snow--big, heavy, wet flakes, perfect for making snowballs with (not quite so good for driving in, but hey, I didn't have anywhere to go). Plus it'll all be melted by the weekend.
I made the comment to Darrell last night that we were a little remiss in not taking William outside to get some pictures in his first snowstorm, and Darrell reminded me that technically (technically) this was William's second snow; it snowed pretty much the entire day he was born back in April. So it's not like I can feel guilty for neglecting to document his first snowfall. Because I highly doubt the nurses would have been too keen on our taking William outside to get pictures of him (at mere hours old) in the snow. So I'll blame it on the nurses if years from now adult William wonders why we don't have pictures of him and his first snowstorm.
No comments:
Post a Comment