After ice sculptures we headed to our local hill for some sledding. It was a ton of fun for Pen and for me, but not so much for Violet. It was windy, the hill faces the bay and there was a lot of snow blowing around the ground. For most people it means snow blowing on their boots and snowpants, for Violet it means snow in the face. But she eventually found a long stick she became quite attached to and went around drawing lines in the snow with it and smacking snow covered bushes so the snow came falling off. She reminded me of Peter in The Snowy Day, by Ezra Jack Keats.
After all that cold fresh air we came home and had hot soup for lunch followed by a huge pile of snow related books before naps and quiet time. It was a perfect snow day.