The beautiful falling snow entices us outside, though we have to wear a few more layers of clothes than if we went to the beach. The children sink down into the soft flurries. It alights on their hair and eyelashes. Of course, for Dante, snow is for throwing, and he manages to create a missile thrower. Gracie alternates between loving it and hating it. The other day she was playing across the road, and she somehow lost her boots, and ran home on the cold snow in bare feet. They were all red and shrivelled. It provokes memories of running across the hot sand with no shoes on, and equal discomfort. 
We took a little video at this time, but I don't know how to upload it. If anyone does, please let me know :)
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