Last night we got another foot of snow.
We already had two feet on the ground, so if you are really good at math you will have already figured out that we now have three feet.
School was cancelled and it wasn't long before the kids asked to go out and play in the snow.
I tried to warn them.
The little kids could barely move in two feet of snow last week but now they wanted to try three.
Thankfully, when they step down into the snow, they don't sink all the way down to the ground. The snow does pack down and keeps them up. Somewhat.
But when you have three feet of snow and you're only three feet tall, there is bound to be a problem.
Jake tries to walk up the hill in our back yard.
Is it me or is the snow up to his thigh?
Does this struggle look like fun?
Uhhhh.....starting to falter
He laid there like a slug, gathering the strength to push on.
Must. Get. Up. Must. Get. Up.
"I should have listened to my mom and stayed indoors today."
Zoey found that crawling was a bit better since you don't sink as far if you fan yourself out.
"Hmmmm...this idea seems to have been badly executed.
OK, ya'll...this is nuts! I know it's hard to see but our deck chairs are covered in snow past the seats!
