During the last hour of our return trip from Granny's house the kids were made absolutely giddy by the sight of snow on the ground. They begged and pleaded for a chance to play in the snow.
Once outside, both kids had the same thought- throw snowballs at Daddy. The only problem? They didn't know how to pack the snow into a ball. The solution, get Daddy to make a snowball, then pelt him.
Many of these pictures are slightly blurred due to the photographer fleeing a relentless, giggling hail of snowballs.
Norah managed to manufacture her own ammunition, but her aim was a bit shaky.
Norah either barely missed her target or showed flawless aim as she hit Justin square in the forehead on two occasions. Justin evidently believes the timeless "no blood, no foul" snowball fight creed as he just paused to blink a couple times and re-entered the fray.
Justin mostly used recycled snowballs or begged me to make more. When that didn't work, he just picked up a double handful of snow, chased me down the walk, and pushed it into the closest available portion of Daddy.
Neither child had any issues with the cold and would have stayed out longer had I not insisted we go inside at dark. Once indoors they noticed how cold they were as fingers and hands started to burn, but they undoubtedly thought the fun was worth a little discomfort.
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