So, it was lots of fun playing in the snow with the kids, weren't those photos great? Everyone got a good laugh and I didn't hurt a bit from busting my tail so many times . . . . at first . . . My back was a little sore a couple days later, and a week-and-a-half later, it "went out" on me. I went to a chiropractor for the first time in my life, who fixed me up with a snap-crackle-pop and made a believer out of me. No drugs, no cutting, less expensive . . . what's not to love about that?!
I took advantage of one of my sick days to create a quick photobook of my son's field trip to Columbia, which I chaperoned. I used Memory Mixer 2 to create the book, and then uploaded it to Heritage Makers for publishing.
That's how many photos you get when you mix two scrapbook moms with digital cameras with 10 kids and a very rare snow.
We got a good 5-6 inches, which happens maybe once per decade where we live.
So what happens when mom tries to engage in a snowball fight with the kids?
I think I fell 6 times. I was soaked. And this the day after I began penicillin for strep. Did I mention we get this chance maybe once a decade? I only get a couple of chances in my children's childhoods to do this. Who can pass that up?