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The girls finally got to experience a "first" together. Their first snow! Although many people would probably not even rate this as snow, we have to take what we can get around here! It started out as about a two inch covering, but by the time I waited for the sleet to stop, whatever real snow we had was pretty much melted and all we were left with was about a 1/2 inch of slushy ice. Hey, beggars can't be choosers, right? Anyway, I bundled the girls up until walking was almost impossible, and we headed out to the "snow." The girls were thrilled! Emma Lee kept asking where the snowman was (that has been her only association with the word snow). Making a snowman was pretty much out of the question, but her and Kerri both were very excited when they realized that you could turn the snow into balls! I don't think Kerri said anything except for "Ball, ball . . . " the whole time we were outside! (Well, there was the time she kept calling for "Mommy" when she fell and couldn't get up, thanks to all her extra padding.) Anyway, they had so much fun and they were so cute to watch, which made it worth all the effort it took to get them dressed (no small feat), undressed, clean up, and do extra laundry. And, of course, I got scrapbook pictures for my efforts! We ended the playtime with lukewarm hot chocolate (in sippy cups) and cookies. A perfect ending to a not so perfect snow. Emma Lee keeps asking to play in the snow again, and I tell her she has to ask God to send her more snow. Who knows, maybe we will have a real snowstorm sometime this winter.