My fun snow days are maxed; it's just too much work. By the time 10 people deposit a coat, snow-pants, a scarf, two mittens, four socks and some wet boots by the door, it resembles a wet war zone. I end of doing at least two extra loads of laundry a day and griping at several children whose answer is always along the lines of, "I didn't wear those." Who wrote the children code that doesn't ever allow them to pick up something that they didn't leave there? So, while the barn looks beautiful in a coat of snow, I'll take my pathetic grass that lies underneath.
Here's the front of my house once JD plowed the drive-way. Since some of the snow-drifts are as big as the children, they are going to be there for some time.
Here's Tori's snow-ball. Alei wasn't impressed with herself stuck in the background snow of this picture, but I assured her that no one would even notice. :)