In Like a Lion

I have been notified that I have not posted on this blog in a long time (hey Mrs. Terri!) so here's some photos of the Buchanan four being hooligans in the snow. 

We got a good 6 inches of snow last week and just as it is starting to melt, the possibility of more is in the forecast. March has the "in like a lion" part all right this year. Let's all collectively wish for March to follow suit and go "out like a very tiny itty bitty sweet and sunshiny lamb". 

Turns out August is a little snow baby. He would explore out there all day long if I let him. But, alas, his very Southern parents are, well, southern, so after 30 minutes we rallied the troops for hot showers. But not before we built an Olaf and did a little cardboard box sledding.

A few months back, we told August that O'Toodles was in the lens of the camera so that he'd look at the camera for a photo. Now whenever we pull out our Canon, he comes at us like this:

It gets me every time. (insert laughcrying emoji here)

He also enjoyed snowball fights very much. But being the little "lover not fighter" that he is, it was a lot less of a snowball fight so much as it looked like this:

I can't stop looking at his little face and wide arm stance. And while he is most definitely a two year old in all the ways two year olds are two year olds, he is hands down the most fun and the happiest person I've ever known. I don't know why or how I get to be his mother, I just know that I'm gonna spend my life trying hard at deserving this beautiful baby with such a joyful soul.

And lest you think little Miss Birdie didn't join in on the winter play, here's a photo I staged of her: 

We all got a good laugh at this. Except for her. She was not amused. This was her face for the entirety of our snowventure. She was all "s'No thank you".

I don't think it was a coincidence that she learned how to clap shortly after we arrived inside. I got you, Birdie. I'm no snow bunny either.

This is where I'll leave you because our family is currently waiting to close on our very first home and I must return to my very busy day of dreaming of wall painting without asking and wishing for warm moving weather. xo