To which I say HA! And ha again.
The littles have been asking every day to go build a snowman.
Dudes, we don't even have a dusting of snow. It rains at least once a week. The rest of the time it is either mild and sunny or mild and cloudy or - just to keep us from getting too comfortable - it suddenly turns to bitter cold. But still no snow.
It's been a disappointment to us. We are finally living in a house with a yard, first time ever. We finally have a place where we could drag the littles around in their small sled (the last year Joy will fit into it, the way she's growing - Gracie might squeeze in another year, but not Joy), where we could build a snowman, snow fort, snow angels, have a blast.
And instead, winter is soggy.
This was last January:
At the park where, I swear, they were having more fun than it looks
And this is last month:
We had to go all the way to the mountains of Massachusetts to find even this much snow!
At this rate, spring will come before we've even noticed there was a winter.