Every since October, the boys have been begging for snow. How they think I am supposed to provide this, I've never been quite sure, but it has never stopped them from asking. "I want it to snow." "Can we please have snow for a snowball fight?" "I need it to snow so we can go sledding/skiing/make snow angels." These requests have been non-stop for months. I kept reassuring them that it would indeed snow, and that they should just enjoy the good weather while it was around.
Thanksgiving came, and there was no snow.
I continued to reassure them that there would be snow. By Christmas, surely there would be snow.
Christmas came, and there was no snow.
I seriously started to lose my credibility. And the boys continued to ask for snow.
New Years came, and there was no snow.
Not only was there no snow, but it was sunny, with temperatures in the 40s and occasionally even in the 50s. The weather was still conducive to walks around the block and bike riding in the school parking lot.
There was no snow. Until yesterday.
Now there are heaps and drifts and covered sidewalks and frost covered windows.
There is plenty of snow for everyone, including the boys. They were so excited that the nanny said the moment they got home from school, they put on all their snow gear and tromped out into the backyard to make the most of accumulation...only to come back in two minutes later. Because not only is it finally snowy, it's also finally cold. Very, very cold.
So we finally have our snow. It finally feels like Christmas. And the boys finally have stopped asking for snow.
Now, we just need the temperatures to rise a little so we can make the most of this. After all, the boys can hear snowmen and snow angels and sledding hills just begging them to come out.