Last Saturday evening I was struggling home after watching another brilliant couple of rollerderby bouts. (Which Ron Howard was at! Can you believe that?!) Why struggling? It began snowing! Not just a little, but quite a frigging lot. It didn’t stop overnight and then when I woke up on Sunday morning there was a massively thick covering. Well, more than we usually get here in England!
What did I want to do? Go outside, take photos and throw snowballs at Cody. I’m so mean. But she’d never seen snow before the weekend and a few snowballs sounded like a good introduction.
She kinda loved it. So did I. I’m not ashamed to admit it. She didn’t quite understand the concept of a snowball, but she didn’t need to.
Apart from me making fun of my little Cody, managed to drag myself away from playing with her and took some other snowy/wintery shots.
(Had this not been a Sunday morning you’d probably find a rant-y/moan-y blog post instead of this winter fun one.)