Winter Wonderland

Growing up I never really liked the snow. As I age though, it seems my feelings for it haven't changed one bit, I just can't stand it! It might be that I don't own a snowblower. The only way the snow gets off the driveway is a bundled up balding man pushing it away. But this last weekend I had a bit of help. A "bit" being the operative word. It was a little person with a shovel.

Anyway, we received a decent amount of snow last weekend, and these are a few snapshots of Ellie and me out clearing off the driveway.

She has her own little shovel and was more than willing to help me out. But for the most part she just shoveled the snow from the lawn back onto the sidewalk. Then she yells, "Daddy, I'm helping!" To which I reply, "Yeah, thanks, you're REALLY helping Ellie!" Without any sarcastic tone in my voice either...

After awhile though the snowflakes turned into objects more resembling little BB's that were pelting us in the face. The freezing rain poured down, and we didn't last long after that. Ellie said, "Ouch! The snow is hurting me!!" So we went inside and warmed up. More like Ellie went in and warmed up, and the balding man shoveled what the little "bit" had put back on the sidewalk...