After receiving virtually no snow since February 2011, we got hit hard by a late-Winter storm yesterday. At various times, snow was falling at a rate of 4 inches per hour, and in all we got 12 to 14 inches of it (it's tough to tell exactly how much, considering the drifts). It shut the city down, and we all stayed home rather than chance the roads. Ben was quite excited by it all -- he spent a good portion of the day yelling, "Thundersnow!" (which was an accurate description of the storm), and asked repeatedly if he could go outside and play in it. When the storm finally abated, we let him do just that.
He had a great time tromping around in the snow, throwing snowballs, and making snow angels (not the easiest task, as the snow was crusted with a thin layer of sleet). Emily joined in to show him how it's done.
Elizabeth was much more interested in the snow than she was earlier in the winter; she most emphatically did not want to play in the dusting we received a couple months ago. This time, she enjoyed patting it, making a small pile of it ... and crawling around after Ben, of course!
Note the makeshift boots made of plastic grocery bags. We're classy, sophisticated people.