The day the snow came

Over the last couple of days, the UK has seen a fair share of snow. Especially in the region I live in, we haven’t seen snow like this in over 5 years.

Now the snow brings beauty and chaos all at the same time. And my daughter Willow got to experience it for the first time ever!

Needless to say, she was less than impressed!

Now I made sure she was dressed in more layers than a cookbook pastry recipe, so it couldn’t have been the cold.

She had an adorable pink puddle suit, matching bobble hat and sparkly boots to brag about, so it wasn’t the fashion that was the problem. Maybe mine, but certainly not hers.

It was -5 degrees outside, with a ‘feels like’ rating of -12, whatever than means, that might have been it..

But what I think ruined what we all expected to be a magical experience of our daughter playing in the snow was something much more terrifying for a 14 month old.

The second she stood up in the fresh, untouched snow, a sudden rogue gust of winter breeze conjured up what can only be described as a snow-nado around my daughter, creating a terrifying mix of powdery, frozen winter tundra into her face.

That pretty much did the job.

From that moment onwards, my daughter hated snow. So maybe we’ll try again another day. At least I captured the photo I was aiming for, only without the beautiful smile I expected I got a frown and a frozen tear.

My daughter now hates Snow, Santa, Sleep and probably everything else that starts with an S. But as long as she still loves me, I can deal with that for now.