Yellow snow

Boy, I've missed this.....snow! This was the view from my front porch this past weekend. There's a road hidden in there I promise.

We've been back here in TN for 6 years now...and not once have we been greeted with snow like this. The sleds and snowsuits that we once upon a time enjoyed and used so often while living in wintry states such as New York, Massachusetts, and Pennsylvania, had been retired to mere Christmas decor or long since outgrown by my 'growing at the speed of light' kiddos. In fact, now that I think of it, Aidan was one and just starting to walk when we moved here and Maggie had just turned three! Wow...that's enough to get me depressed. Especially since Tyler was just 7 then and just this month he had to shave his upper lip. Yeah, that's about enough to send me over the edge so let's move onto happier thoughts such as how we spent two whole days rollin' in the white stuff with thoughts of work and school far behind us.

Now, let me just preface these pictures with this disclaimer:

"Yes, those are grocery bags you see covering my children's feet and hands. No, they are not neglected. And no, McGyver is not my father."

It doesn't snow much here in The Volunteer State...so we were caught without all the necessities such as snow boots and waterproof gloves...hey, it was a lesson in being resourceful ok? Don't judge.

Little boy snow angels...

Teenager snow angels...

My snow angel... ;-)

Poodle snow angels...

Snow bathing...

our attempts to build a snowman...the snow was too soft.

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This is the one time it would be a shame to miss out on the yellow snow. If you have not had snow cream, you need to add it to your bucket list folks. Who knew that if you added snow, milk, sugar, and vanilla, you would get a fabulous confectionery concoction?!?!

And while you are adding it to your list of things to do, add "Paula Deen style" in parenthesis next to it. Which translates into "slather a good coating of Sweetened Condensed Milk on the top."

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The next day the roads were better for driving so we loaded up and hit the hills with friends from church for sledding. Words could not do justice to the fun we had that day...nor the amount of sheer pain I felt in my thighs the next day. We have an amazing group of friends and I am so thankful for their fellowship...and the memories.

I wish I could report that there were no injuries in the midst of all this fun we were having...but sadly enough one of our friends shattered his tibia while sledding with his wife...the last sled of the day. It was a sort of military style scene as they loaded him up into the bed of a truck to transport to the ER. Lucky for him his wife is a nurse...and she works for one of our friends that is a Pediatrician. So he was in good hands...but lots of pain. Poor guy. A doctor from Vanderbilt was on the news that night explaining how many sledding injuries they had seen and how you don't see that many in the North...his words, and I quote, "In the North people seem to know to jump off the sled before it hits an object. We are finding that people here in the South don't know to jump off which is why our ER is full."

Hmmm...I can't help but find that hilarious! What makes us Southerners not want to jump ship when careening into the side of a Pecan tree? Maybe it's that deep rooted Southern loyalty we have. Never leave your sled behind! :-)

I am just so thankful that none of the kids were hurt....Aidan had a close call though...check it out in this video. He's so darn cute. Me screaming at him...not so much. I think I'll stick to cameras without microphones.

"And whatever I do, may it always bring glory to you"