We got some more snow on Thursday, the second snowfall of this winter season. I think we got something like 6 inches. Either way, it was enough that Steve was off work on Friday. He could have gotten to work just fine, but none of the other guys wanted to go in so they just called it off! Of course, the last two weeks have been awesome for work because he’s only been 25 minutes from home instead of 80 miles away. He’s been home earlier, gotten to leave later, and has only bought gas once a week for his truck as opposed to three times.

Scrapbook: Snowfall 2008 So, anyway, yesterday we took E out to Steve’s parents to play again. I just prefer to do that, he can actually sled somewhat and there’s so much more room and no nosy neighbors that might be nearby. So he had two rounds of fun in the freezing cold and was mad later when it was getting dark that he couldn’t go out again.

Today when we went out it was afternoon but I had noticed earlier in the morning that it was already warm. Most of the snow had melted but there was still about 3 inches covering the ground, getting icy and slushy. So we played around and made Daddy mad by throwing snowballs at him. In his defense, some of them were pretty rough, being almost fully ice by the time I was done with them. He was mad that I hit him in the butt and got his wallet wet and he finally retaliated and as I stepped backwards, I went right over this foot and a half tall snowball he had made for Elijah to make a snowman. (Of course, we had that and then a foot sized snowball and Elijah had put a two inch head on the thing and then promptly knocked the middle ball off. I said, “Ah! You killed him!” Elijah got all evil and was all, “die snowman, die, muahahaha.” Kinda creepy like. :P) So then I’m soaked, of course, but laying there laughing in the snow.

Snap! What really killed me, however, was what is pictured to the left there. Steve loaded up some wood in the wagon to take inside for the wood stove and Elijah was “helping” him, supposed to have been pushing the wagon. What was he really doing? He had one hand on the wagon and the other had a little thin stick from the globe willow tree. He kept snapping it on the wood and making the sounds of a cracking whip. Well, we thought it was funny anyway. Especially because before he started making the noises, Steve said something like it would be funnier if he knew what he was doing. Then he made the noise and we both lost it – he did know what he was doing! Giddy-up, Daddy!