In Kansas City, we promised Hazel every day that there would be snow in New Jersey. We checked out books about snow from the library. We read books about Christmas and
Hannakuh Hanukkah (thanks Jenn! 😛 ) and pointed out the snow. “See? There’s snow on the ground at Christmas, just like there will be in New Jersey,” we exclaimed to her. Soon she was in on it too, talking about the snow and how at Christmas we would see the snow falling and make a snowman after we opened presents. Then, when Christmas actually came in on its 40 degree heels, she told us that it wasn’t really Christmas at all because it didn’t snow. Sad face. Nope, it didn’t snow at all here, even as Kansas City has seen snow several times since we’ve moved. Yesterday, though, it snowed a little bit here, just a teaser snow that barely stuck to our clothes, but holy moly was that enough to fire old Hazel up!
“Run out here and catch the snowflakes with your mouth LIKE ME!!!” My baby girl could not have been more excited. Julia played it cooler, just pointing at a couple of flakes and proclaiming them, “bat!” We all ran around, looking like fools from the South who are freaking out over 5 snowflakes falling from the sky – which, you know, we pretty much are.