The first day of the season with any real significant amount of snow fall. It has actually been a very dry November for us, but December 1st rolled in and we woke up to about 4 inches in Sp Fork. Neal actually woke up early and slipped-slided his way to the toy store so he could be there when it opened at 7 am. We found out last night that one of the toys we want is restocked every night and sells out everyday. It was a successful venture because we got the toys and the car made it back with out damage. Actually, by the time Neal got home the roads had been plowed and salted so it wasn't too bad. As soon as he walked in the door, the boys had to point out that it was snowing (as if he didn't notice) and express their immediate desire to go out and play. Any hopes Neal had of going back to bed for a while were dashed. Max already had his boots on and the twins were trying to dress themselves. We built this snow man, and yes, it has a tail. We also had a snowball fight. I won because I kept tagging Neal when he was throwing snow at the twins, and I made Max cry when I threw an oversized snowball squarely at his face. It filled his hood and his ears with snow. Despite the crying he stayed in the game. We also went to the slides which were especially slick. The boys would fly off the end and land bum first on the pile of snow at the bottom. It was a lot of fun. We finished off with some sandwiches and hot cocoa for lunch.

ps. If you want to know what the toys are that were so important that Neal risked life and limb, you'll have to wait for Chirstmas just like the rest of us.