Snowballs at the Temple

Getting your picture taken is no fun no matter how old you are. Especially when you're all fancied up and freezing your butt off. Not sure who started this whole thing, but we all got in plenty of trouble from the photographer. Phoenix spent plenty of time with his head in the snow thanks to Uncle Ryan.
I love Dad's smile in this shot. Pretty sure his snowball had been aimed at Aspen.

Dad never realized that snowball was following him around. Got stuck right in his suit jacket.

Aspen got a little ahead of herself going after Uncle Ryan. It was a good thing she wasn't wearing any tights, big ol' nasty black muddy knee following this fall. But luckily enough no blood. Ryan even rubbed it down clean with a snow ball then kept the snow on there to help with the pain. That was some quick thinking, Uncle Ryan.

Then, of course like all Walker men, Uncle Ryan then rubbed the snowball into her hair. :) Don't worry though, she jumped right up and chased him down again.

Took us a good hour to warm up all their hands after this. London was the only one that actually had his gloves with him.