Finally, Snow


It took me a good 30 minutes to get all three kids dressed to go outside for just a small bit of snow. The boys had never worn boots before, and it was a struggle to shove their feet into them. (I was so thankful for the boots though, hand-me-downs—as are many of the things they wear—from our good friends Rebecca and Chris’s son, Evan.) And while I was busy putting something on James, Owen would take off whatever it was I had just put on him—and vice versa. And the entire time Sophie was saying “let’s go! let’s go!”

We finally went. Here Sophie’s wearing the winter hat Nini and Pop Pop found for her in Italy.


The gloves—oh, the gloves. They, too, were a gift from Italy, from Nini and Pop Pop. As I was helping Sophie put them on, I realized she had never worn gloves before—only mittens. So this activity took quite some time, too. She’d put two or three fingers in one finger slot, pull them out to separate and in doing so, put two fingers in another slot. But now, she’s a pro.









I couldn’t find James’s mittens so yes, he’s wear Sophie’s old ones.


Owen refused mittens.

“The Eskimos had 52 names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for love.” —Margaret Atwood