Our White Christmas

Our area had it’s first White Christmas since 1963. While we didn’t wake up to a blanket of snow on the ground it did eventually come and when it came it was gorgeous. I’ve taken several pictures of the snow but for this wordless(ish) Wednesday I thought I would share a few of Keagan taking a trip on the sled.

As you can see he was extremely excited when the snow finally started to fall:

Waiting for the ride of his little 4 year old life: 😉

Taking a ride with Daddy at the “wheel”…

Uncle Tye & Keagan’s turn:


Of course we can’t forget Easton. This was his opinion of the snow:

And while I’m at it I  might as well show a few pictures of quite possibly the ugliest snowman ever made. ;), Daddy & Mommy posing by the beaut of a snowman, Uncle Tye and Aunt Jeni, and Nanna’s house all pretty and white.

Great great White Christmas!!

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10 responses to “Our White Christmas

  1. Looks like you guys had a blast in the snow!

  2. That’s the Freddy Kruger of snowmen if I ever saw one… Scary!

  3. I had to giggle when I saw the snowman! =)

    Glad you had a white Christmas!

  4. What a nice uncle to run in the snow like that. Those were some fun photos to look at .

  5. A fun collection of photos!

  6. Looks like so much fun! I don’t guess our area has ever had a white Christmas, but I can’t complain since we got to see snow twice in the past two years!

  7. These are great! Love the action shots!

  8. Great shots! Love Easton’s expresion… Too cute! 🙂

  9. What GREAT fun!!!! We spent our morning doing the same thing 😀

  10. Wonderful….. Thanks for sharing!

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