Snowy Days

The last few days has seen us coping/enjoying with lots of snow.  London usually gets less than the rest of the country, but we got a fair amount this time.

I usually don't like the cold and snow for me means colds, damp clothes, slipping and sliding all over the place and freezing hands.  So when the kids kept praying for snow, I kept telling them not to.  Little Man has been asking me when its going to snow since November, so at least that was one less question from him.

I grumbled when it started to snow, but there is something so enchanting about falling snow, especially the big fluffy type that just floats down around you, that every time I stepped out I was captivated by it.

I have been keeping the kids wrapped in layers, especially Darling who is now three month (baby boots courtesy of Aunty Fashionista)

It's strange having the weather change from warm for this time of year to cold so suddenly.  I think the plants and animals are quite confused as well.

These buds are from my mum's Camellia plant which yields beautiful flowers, I hope they don't flower too early and all die too soon.

My little garden is a mess at the moment with a fallen fence and overturned furniture which I haven't gotten round to sorting out, so we headed over to my mum's to make a snowman.  I can't believe ho long it took everyone to make this little one.

I'm surprised my kids didn't eat the minstrels that we used for eyes (more snow pics here)

Fashionista's one was much better (more pics here):

The snow also meant that the kids school was shut for the day, which meant I didn't have to do the school run in the snow and could go back to sleep.  It also meant they spent the whole day squabbling.

Little Lady helped by hosting a painting master class (which was inspired by Kooky Little Sister).  This lasted all of fifteen minutes (LL is bossy and the boys are getting old enough to argue back now).

Then I found a quiet moment in the middle of the day, which made me stop and think - "What an earth are they doing downstairs while I am feeding the baby?"

Evidently they had found a new use for the snooker table.

They snuck all of the cushions, blankets and soft toys they could find to make a den.  They even made gorgeous a picnic:

I was so pleased they found a way to keep themselves busy while I made dinner, they even took Darling out of her bouncer and babysat her under the table.