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Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland

Our first real snow for the year was a BIG one. The kids were released from school yesterday two hours early in anticipation of the "blizzard." They were thrilled as there was just enough snow on the ground at that point to sled down the hill and build a fort. School was also cancelled today. Once again, the kids were ecstatic. After breakfast, Rick headed outside to clear the driveway and sidewalks.

The temperature this morning was 20 degrees with a wind chill of -6. I tried to convince the kids to hold off playing outside until the wind and snow stopped, but they just couldn't wait. So, they bundled up and braved the elements in anticipation of sledding down the hill in our side yard.






They lasted for about an hour--not bad, especially since I was only out there about 5 minutes before I was complaining that my hands were going to freeze off. It's a good thing they went out to play when they did because the temperature continued to drop while the wind and snow continued. As I write this, it is 10 degrees outside with a wind chill of -20. And, just two weeks ago we were enjoying green grass and 60 degree weather!

Comments

Chelsey said…
It's been 6 degrees here with a high of 18 almost all this week. We have just a dusting of snow. Enough just to make it icy so you can't run outside. I wish I was in Iowa. Cold and no snow is no fun.
Chelsey said…
I take that back. You guys are on national news for how cold it is. I'd rather be here.
Kacey Mehan said…
That sounds like the Iowa I remember. We haven't had snow yet this year much to our kids dismay, but I'm fine without it. Who knew Iowa was such a cold place?!

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