We are about to have MORE snow so I thought I should get this blog post done before I am getting my snow days mixed up.

If you remember back, I asked for help on what to do on another snow day.  Shout out to my dear friend, Debbie, who commented, “Wear pj’s all day and have a “picnic” somewhere out of the ordinary, work on Valentines, let each child (and mom, too, if you want) choose an activity that EVERYONE must do for a specified amount of time, (We would play hide and seek in the house sometimes), or pull out toys that rarely get played with and hope that they realize how much fun they really are :).”

I took part of Deb’s advice and at breakfast asked everyone what they would want to do that day if they could pick anything.  KB wanted to “play pretend”.  (When I asked her what she would like to pretend she answered, “Little can be Chloe and Bubba can be her brother.  I’ll be the sister, you can be the mommy and . . .” Honey interrupted and said, “Can I be the daddy?”  KB said, “That sounds good.”  Sarcastic me said, “So basically you want us to call Little Chloe all day?”  KB giggled and said, “Mommy you are so funny.”)  I asked KB to pick another thing too and she said she would like to color sleds.  Little wanted to build a snowman.  Bubba wanted to play Leapsters together.  I chose Hide and Go Seek in the house (a family favorite).  Honey chose watching an episode of Winter Wipeout.

We started with hide and seek. . . one of the kids would go into the living room and count to 10 really loudly.  The other two kids and myself would run hide.  What happened at 10 was very amusing.  The two hiding kids would come out of hiding and the three would work together to find me.  It was hilarious to listen to them.  Super cute.  (Honey was unavailable for Hide and Go Seek.)

Next we bundled everyone up in layers of clothing so we could head outside and build a snowman. . .

The temperature was too low and the snow too powdery, so a snowman was not to be had.  The kids wondered around for a bit. . .

. . . threw a few snowballs. . .

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