I know, I know. Our measly quarter inch of snow is nothing compared to what all of you New Yorkers and Oregonians and Midwesterners have been dealing with for months now… but still. We have snow. In central Texas.
I’ve lived here for almost 10 years and while I remember a few times that we had snow flurries and one time where we had a light dusting, this is the first time I’ve seen actual snow stick to the ground. And a lot of it. By Texas standards. Enough to make a snowball. Or a miniature snowman. Or an ice fort for a Star Wars guy.
My kids have only seen snow once before– when we went to Oregon to visit Grandma– so this is a HUGE deal. Of course, since we’re not really cold weather folks, we don’t own things like hats and gloves and ski jackets. So, I sent my warm-weather kids outside in the warmest clothes they had. They lasted about 10 minutes. And my son just told me, “Mommy, snow is really cold? When’s it going to be warm out again?”