Once upon a time there was a little girl of just turned two who woke up one morning to see more white snow than she had ever seen in her life.  She had played out in the snow, briefly, a couple of days before, but now there was lots more.

She was so excited, she couldn't wait to get her Peppa Pig wellies on and get out there with her Mummy and Daddy.

She loved kicking and running in the snow, but the one big thing she wanted to do was build a snowman.  She had seen programmes about it at Christmas, and read some books, and she desperately wanted to build a snowman of her very own.

So she set about building one.  But not a big snowman.  Oh no- the little girl wanted a small snowman that she could 'carry'.

She was so excited as she helped her Daddy build the 'baby snowman' and her smiles were very wide indeed.

They built and they built.

And she built some more.

Until they built a baby snowman that the little girl could carry with her while she explored the rest of the snowy wonderland.

They were so happy...

...Until the little girl started to get cold and they decided to walk home.  She kept saying 'snowman in house' as she wanted to take her new friend home.  Mummy said that snowmen live in the garden not in the house as otherwise he would melt.  Hearing that her new friend wouldn't be able to come in and watch Peppa Pig made the little girl's big blue eyes fill with tears.

They got home and put the snowman in the garden.  The little girl was so worried about the snowman that she burst into tears.  

And that put a stop to the fun in the snow!

The End.

We woke up on Monday morning and I jumped out of bed to see if Jack Frost had been overnight as promised.  He had, albeit not loads, but enough to go outside and have a play.  It was annoying that it fell on a weekday as being 35 weeks pregnant and worried about slipping, it would have been better if Mr E was there, but luckily we got up early and got ready so Mr E could join us for a bit.

Last year Mads had only just turned one when we had our annual episode of the good old white stuff, but we still enjoyed it as a family.  This year I was excited about the fact she would be more interested in it.

And she most definitely was, she squealed in excitement when her Daddy opened the curtains, and kept saying 'Mummy Pink Wellies' as she wanted to go out in it so badly.  When we finally did go out, she was fascinated by it, stopping to bend over and touch it, kicking it with her feet, and giggling when Mr E threw snowballs at the trees.  However she fell over, and got a little upset as I think she was just too cold, so we didn't stay out a long time.

Afterwards we snuggled up indoors and didn't go out for the rest of the day, but she was still intrigued by it falling heavily outside the window.  

 It's watching her enjoying the simple things that make me smile the most.  

Edit- Excited that one of my photos from this post was chosen on The Simple Things blog as one of their featured photos. 

Anyone who knows me knows that typically I hate snow.  Don't get me wrong, I think it is very pretty and I used to love it when I was little but since it is no longer acceptable to go out and throw snowballs at random people in the street I have developed a little bit of a hatred of it.  Its blimming freezing, it makes your hair go frizzy and it disrupts the whole country.  We got married in December 2009 and it snowed the day before our wedding meaning there was snow on the ground in our photos, that was beautiful, but then the day after it snowed so heavily that my step dad who was taking us to the airport to go to Miami, had to pull over his range rover on the side of the road and we had to go to a random town and get the very delayed trains to Heathrow.  Stress.

 So I am not the biggest fan of the white stuff.  That is until.....I had Mads.  Woo hoo now snow can be fun again!  

Today we got up at the crack of dawn to take our little girl outside to experience snow for the first time.  As you can see it really was amazing.

I didn't know if Mads would know what was going on but she was totally fascinated with it.  We dressed up in our warmest clothes and wellie boots and went outside.  As it was so early no one had walked on the ground meaning that it was pure, white and totally unspoilt.

We made snow angels, went for a nice walk and let Mads touch the snow which I don't know if she was impressed about!

I love the below photo of my gorgeous little pair- Mads nose has gone all red because of the cold, although it wasn't as cold as we thought.

We even had a chance to make a snow man, he isn't the best attempt in the world but by this point we had all got a little bit too cold and wet.  Still he can sit outside our house and guard it for us for a few days.

Finally we made a print of our hands in the snow- I love how tiny her little hand is against ours.

We went back inside and had nice, hot crumpets with butter, a lovely way to end our first snow experience together- Mads is asleep and Mr E is snuggled up in bed as he doesn't feel too well, so while they are resting I thought I would upload the photos on here.

Hope everyone has a lovely snowy day!