Let it Snow!




I’ll start by saying I’m typically a weather wimp.

When the temperature heads south of sixty degrees, which is rare where I live, except late at night, I start fantasizing about tropical white sand beaches and a fruity drink with a swizzle stick. As a native Californian, the most severe weather I’ve ever experienced (at least in my region) is a heavy downpour. Every so often, you may need an umbrella, but I honestly can’t remember the last time I used one. I’m a warm weather gal to the core, who doesn’t even mind a steamy 110 degrees in the desert, smack in the middle of August, as long as I’m sitting poolside.

But this winter had me seeking out a different kind of “white.” Not the white sands of a balmy beach, but the white, icy variety that’s only found in cold climates. Seeking out snow isn’t usually at the top of my list of winter adventures and even as a child when my family took a few weekend ski trips, you could find me alone in the lodge sipping hot chocolate, warming my hands by the fireplace while the rest of the family zipped up and down on those chilly slopes, freezing their butts off.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Lately, I’ve been craving a real winter – especially for my boys to experience. Maybe it’s seeing all those quaint photos on Instagram this past month, where friends in the Nordic region are posting beautiful photos of their blustery winter wonderlands, blankets of white snow covering wide open spaces and clinging to tall pines like powdered sugar.





It got me yearning for some snow this time of year, when the holidays in so many other parts of the world are synonymous with sweaters and mittens, frosty white landscapes, hot chocolate and roaring fireplaces. Here in my part of California, you could easily spend Christmas on a beach in a bikini.

What I love most about this state, though, is that in less than a couple hours drive in the middle of winter, you can either be on a beach or on a ski slope.

I wanted the boys to experience snow and go wild in it, so we packed up our car with puffy jackets, ski bibs, scarves, warm socks (we even brought the puppy in his own little sweater) and headed up to our local mountains last weekend to play in the snow. And it was perfect.

It started snowing the minute we made our way up to about 4,000 feet, delicate flurries dotting our windshield, the boys squealing with delight, and it didn’t stop until we inched our way back down the mountain.

“Look! It’s snowing, mama!” screamed the three-year-old, the entire way up.

At about 35 degrees, it was cold enough to need all our layers, but not too cold where we were uncomfortable outside for a few hours. The boys made snowballs and slid down slopes on a bright orange plastic sled, their giggles echoing through rows of pine trees.



I worried a bit about the baby being out that long in the cold, so I bundled him up to the point where he toppled over when he walked and couldn’t quite stand back up alone, so I carried him snugly on my back in a carrier much of the time, until he fell fast asleep, soft snow flurries melting onto his rosy cheeks. He was easily the warmest of the bunch.

My three-year-old cried when it was time to pack up and head back down the mountain. He wanted more. He begged daddy to let him go up the “mountain” just one more time to slide down on his little sled. And so daddy carried him up the steep incline one more time, only to launch him right back down again.







It was the perfect finish to 2012. There is something about a fresh snowfall and all that untouched white that can’t help but resemble a clean slate. I’m looking forward to 2013 and all the possibility it brings. It’s a new chance, an unwritten page, an unmarked path open to new plans and new adventures. I’m excited to get started.

I’m wishing you the Happiest of New Years. I hope 2013 brings you love, peace, health, happiness and everything you could possibly wish for.



2 responses »

  1. Hello friend! such beautiful pictures. I can actually hear the giggles and squeals of delight. why do children LOVE snow so much! they have such an incredible time. It is so worth it. the have a better time than when you pay lots of money to get them in to some adventure park or any “artificial” thing like that, (where, yeah, they have a good time), but in the snow they are in the in the nature and it seems so authentic and just good old fashioned fun and pure joy.

    and the picture of you and little one bundled on your back…sigh. I want to kiss his soft cold cheek arrrrgg!

    I am also a whiny coming to cold weather. I hate it. I am used to sunshine and warm weather nearly all year and do not enjoy layers and layers of clothes. and I find the weather affects my mood. I am usually in a much better mood when a beautiful clear day is outside.

    but if the children are not used to snow, it is the BEST treat ever.

    I think middle one will remember this day forever! (i assumed it was his first time). “It is snowing mama!” ha,ha. so sweet!
    My eldest still remembers when we went to Madrid (winters are cold and ussually snows there) and he played in the snow for the first time.
    He wouldn´t stop putting his tongue out to taste the snowflakes. He was about middle one´s age.

    I love the pictures. they are having so much fun. and what a beautiful place too!

    good bye friend.

    and HAPPY NEW YEAR to you too!


    • Hello! I miss you! I’m so glad you like the photos! You are right — snow brings a kind of joy that could never be bought. Just pure happiness and excitement. It was the first time in the snow for middle son and baby and it was all such new and undiscovered territory for them! My oldest had been before, so he knew what to expect, but
      the littles were overjoyed by the sight and touch of it. It’s definitely something all kids should experience at least once in life! I’m happy your babies experienced it too!


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