My children are true southerners and call any little white precipitation, snow. And it doesn't matter how much is on the ground, if even one flake sticks, they must go play in it! (I do have a sense of how ridiculous this is, but my kids don't and who am I to try to deflate their happiness?)
So when we got snow on Friday night and into Saturday morning January 23, the kids insisted they play in it.
We started the morning with cinnamon rolls. It has been a tradition in my family to have cinnamon rolls whenever it snowed. Since we saw a few flakes on Friday night, I got everything made to have cinnamon rolls for breakfast.
This is how the kids dress for playing in the snow. Notice how white the yard is! That is what is called snow at our house! :)
There was enough snow to draw a picture on my wind shield!