On a snowy Sunday morning

On Sunday, Ezra woke up pretty early with no intention of crying himself back to sleep. I got out of bed and flipped on Thomas for him, attempting to wake up. I barely even noticed that it was snowing.

But a short while later, Russ stumbled out of the bedroom and declared that we should all get dressed and go play in the snow, since we still had quite a bit of time before our church service started at 1030.

The grumpies melted away the moment I stepped out the front door.

There wasn’t much snow on the ground…maybe a half inch on the paved surfaces and even less on the grass. The snow was falling pretty heavily, so I didn’t want to risk either of my cameras getting wet, not to mention the fact that at 7am there wasn’t much sunshine to help with lighting. So I just enjoyed the moment–camera free.

Russ and Ezra threw snowballs at each other (and me). I didn’t have great gloves on so I refrained from touching the snow. Ezra had fun walking up and down the empty, snowy street. Russ attempted to build a snowman on the sidewalk, but Ezra decided it would be more fun to kick and stomp on.

Then Russ decided to work on this (picture taken after the fact):

While Russ was working on his masterpiece, I got our one and only saucer sled out of the shed and started dragging Ezra up and down the street on it. Our street is on a slight incline, so Ezra had a lot of fun going “down da hill!” Until he decided that he didn’t want to wear his “Thomas hands” (gloves) anymore. Of course, when you aren’t wearing gloves and you are trying to hold onto a saucer sled, it’s inevitable that you will end up touching snow, which Ezra was NOT at all happy about. He ended up crying huge crocodile tears, while still refusing to wear his gloves…it was quite the meltdown! So we went inside to get him a nice warm bath and, as it had stopped snowing, I went back outside to snap a few pictures.