Wednesday, December 17, 2008

How to go to school in the snow and dance like you're being watched

Yesterday when we got so much snow I had planned on making today's post about the fun of school in the snow. Here, where we live, your child has to come to school in full snow gear-- the hat, gloves, snow pants, snow boots, jacket. You know, they have to be ready to play in the snow. What happens if you come to school without all the marshmallow layers? You get to stay inside and watch all your friends have fun outside. This is Todd's first year of "big" school and so he gets to put all this on in the mornings. This is what he looks like walking back to the car in the afternoons. When he went to school in the morning there wasn't anything on the ground (okay maybe a little ice, but it did not look like this!). It had only been snowing for like 90mins when that was taken! This morning our deck looked like it usually does in the winter here. I always love measuring our snow by looking at the rails of our deck. It just makes it look like we have so much! But I said this post wasn't going to be about all the snow. Nope, today is all about the fact that I finally used the video capture button on my camera. What follows is Rose at dance class doing their little "holiday" dance they learned today. She's the one on the end in the fabulous tutu. After this was shot all the mom's talked about enrolling our girls into a hockey program. But that's a story for another day. Enjoy the Dance Dynamics Rugratz class performing their holiday dance. :)



Paige said...

Beautiful scenery! Love it.

Kat said...

She is hilarious. Looking at you. Looking at her! But that chickie in the middle was really into it :-)

And the snow?? It was 74 here today. I so cannot relate...

Anna Lefler said...

Aw, man - I'm so jealous of your winter weather! It looks gorgeous!

Enjoy and happy holidays!



Nanny Goats In Panties said...

We don't get snow where I live. I like snow, but I'm not sure about having to go through all that dressing up and layering on all the time. And trying to drive, and all those other things we Californians take for granted.