Winter in St. George?

The side yard. You can sort of tell the wind had been blowing.

When I got my camera, Anna had to get hers out too.

Tyson with his snowballs. He threw them at the glass door.

Our house on the one wintry day.

I know most of you are sick of snow (as I would be if I lived in it) but here in St. George, we see nothing of the white stuff. Every once-in-awhile, there is an act of God that reminds us there really are 4 seasons.

I was minding my own business as the winds picked up to a disastrous speed. Our door kept flying open (I may want to get that checked), toys were blowing across the backyard, an address number was blown off the side of our house, and I think I saw a few cows float across the front lawn (that may have just been my medication, I never know). Anyway, about an hour later, the sky started pelting our house with hail. I was so excited. I sat by the back door for a time watching it all come down with childhood amazement. My eyes were sparkling, I had a big grin on my face, and then it hit me! It could stop any second! I started yelling for my kids to wake up from their naps. I never do this. I cherish every second I get to sit my pregnant self down, but I couldn't be so selfish as to keep all of this to myself. So, they came running down the stairs and I got my camera out. I immediately put coats and shoes, o.k., sandals on the kids (we do live in St. George) and forced them outside in the extreme weather. I made some snowballs and Tyson loved it. Our blood froze almost instantly, so we didn't last long, but it sure was fun. We just wish Daddy could have been home to enjoy it with us.