Snow In The South.

I never understood why, in the South, the first thing in a store to go is the bread and milk when it comes to a pending snow storm... 



I kid you not, every Food Lion, Harris Teeter and Aldi was out of either bread, milk or both. You have to go all the way to the next town, thirty minutes over just to get milk and even then it's slim pickings. 

This isn't like the North, where everything never slows down, if it snows you're still going to work and school, period. However, here businesses close down, everything comes to a halt and everyone kind of freaks out. But despite how crazy everything was here, we managed to have a pretty quiet and cozy Saturday. 

Every time it snows, I have this tradition with the kids to take pictures of us together. I’ve done this since the older two were little. It’s a nice little sentiment for them to have later. I feel like I’m constantly worried about making memories and photographs for the kids.

My mom has been gone for seven and half years now, and she hated being in front of the camera. I don’t have many photos of her and me together. So I want to have plenty of pictures of my children and me together. I want them to have that, because those are so precious to have.

By the time I managed to get the kids out in the snow this morning, they immediately wanted to go in. It took way too long to get them ready than it did the time they were out there. It was seriously an hour fussing about what they can wear out, changing, eating, brushing hair and teeth, finding hats and gloves (which they mysteriously misplaced somewhere, so we improvised with some old socks).

 It was like we were going on a long trip or something. When we finally got out there, the kids were complaining that it was too cold and that they wanted to go in so badly. I had to legit beg to get photos of them! Ezra’s eczema is pretty bad right now too, so I couldn’t keep him out long there long anyway. We were out there not even fifteen minutes and his cheeks still got inflamed and red even after I globed tons of ointment on his skin. This winter has been really rough on Ezra so far and I can’t help but cry because I know it hurts sometimes.  But, he was a trooper for me, even if he hated the snow all together.