Snow Princess . . . Well Maybe Not

I love snow!  Growing up in Alaska you had to learn to love it, since from October to April it was covered in it.  I have fond memories of snowmen, snow fights, snow forts with secret tunnels, sledding, making the snow in the middle of our circle into a snow fort till the plows came to take it away.  So when I saw that there was snow this morning (and it was not gone by the time I had the morning chores and Olivia down for her morning nap she has a cold) I was thrill.  Emme on the other hand didn't know what to make of it.  She refused to walk in it until I did.  Then she was more interested in dusting the snow off my sandals.  I showed her how to pick it up.  She picked up a little and announced it was yucky.  She did not want it on her gloves.  So she took off her gloves and began throwing little pieces that were on the driveway.  Her poor little fingers couldn't handle much of that and we had to go into warm up with hugs and Nila Wafers.  It was a step closer to her liking snow last year she cried the whole time. 

This was last year.  She did not like the cold one bit like her Daddy

She won't go in it till I went.  She just followed me

She doesn't seem to know if she likes it or not

Playing with the bits on the driveway