So there was this snow storm... we got a little bit of snow.
Ok, it was a lot of snow, we're estimating about 30 inches. It is quite impressive, really, how much snow there is and how beautiful it is (spoken from the one who didn't shovel a single bit of snow).
Dave did a stellar job getting all the snow off of our driveway, by shovel, not snowblower. Nolan did a stellar job playing in the snow, climbing, digging, shoveling and just having a blast.
We may now refer to him as our little eskimo. He begged Dave to make a hole for him to put him in. This is what he looked like (this is the middle of our driveway).
He had plenty of lovely snow to eat too. Then he started burrowing into the snow with his head (note his hat). This kid LOVES the snow. Loves it. Until he gets too cold (today he was out there for probably an hour or so). When he's ready to go in, there is no stopping him, he starts crying that he's cold, shivering and running to the front door.
Below is Dave just beginning the task of digging us out. What a hero!
Seriously, when compared to how tall Nolan is, this snowfall is spectacular. What a storm. I'm so grateful we didn't lose power. SO SO grateful. And that we had hot cocoa.
It is possible that Nolan likes the snow merely to have hot cocoa to warm up after. Not a bad plan, my dear, not a bad plan at all.