My kids and I were outside this weekend building a snow fort with a cheap sand and snow block mold. After about an hour, we had a fort that stood about 50 inches high and 4 feet in diameter. Luckily, we have plenty of snow on the ground. Without it, winter gets to be pretty long. There’s nothing worse than cold weather without snow. The snow provides for quite a few activities, without it, you just get cabin fever.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m positive that it’s great living in warm weather climates in the south. Shoveling snow into February does get old, but complaining isn’t an option because I choose to live here. Not to mention that my golf game would likely be a lot better living where I could play year round.

Basically, I like the variety of living where we do. Hot summers, snowy winters, on the shores of a big lake. We have the luxury of being able to change it up quite a bit throughout the year.

Building the fort this weekend was a blast. I made the blocks, while the kids set a few and then made a load of snowballs faster than Will Ferrell did in the movie Elf. They can stay outside for hours with this type of activity.  

Except, at their age, there is usually something that changes the mood quickly. For this activity, it was my youngest who was running into the fort and suddenly tripped over her sled full of snowballs. She went flying through the front wall and collapsed it. The snow was soft, so I knew she was ok. By reaction, my oldest and I started to laugh. That’s what I do when I see something funny. Of course, this made for one pissed off 5 year old. After throwing a crying fit, she ran off to the back yard. Didn’t seem to bother my oldest though. She started firing on me with the remaining arsenal.  In the end.  Hot chocolate fixes all problems

 I just wish there was something I could do to help my neighbor from Atlanta who uses a 12 HP snowblower when we get an inch of snow.  Poor guy.