For two winters now we’ve been promising Ella we’d take her to the snow. And for two winters, someone in the house always seems to get sick. Or it rains. Or someone pops out a baby.
Finally, on the weekend, the rain stopped, the snow settled and no one was sick. So we headed for Cradle Mountain and all that glorious snow.
You should have heard the squeals when they caught sight of it out the window.
Ella asked me whether I was excited about seeing the snow. I wasn’t really.
Mainly because as a kid I spent nearly every weekend during winter at our shack up the Great Lakes, in Tasmania’s Central Highlands. My most vivid memory was of mum having to get out, mid snow storm, and sit on one corner of the boot of the car because the wheel was spinning frantically. We weren’t going anywhere until it touched the ground again.
Of course, as kids, we just wanted to get stuck in the snow so we didn’t have to go to school the next day.
But, while I wasn’t excited about going to the snow, I was excited about seeing the girls experience it for the first time.
There was a bit of snowball throwing.
Ella tasted snow for the first time. And wasn’t impressed.
Julian attempted a snowman – not his finest work.
And Holly tried to feed Molly Golly some snow.
When the wind got up, we knew it was time to go.
Holly had to have one last play in the snow before we went though. She hasn’t stopped talking about it since. While it’s always been Ella who wanted to see the snow, I think it was Holly who enjoyed it the most.
Are your kids snow bunnies or are they yet to experience the white stuff?
