Four Boys and a Backyard Blizzard

Greenville, South Carolina — February 2026

Rarely do we ever see snow in South Carolina. And when I say rarely, I mean the kind of rarely where schools close at the mere forecast of flurries and grocery stores sell out of bread and milk like the apocalypse is coming.

But over the last forty-eight hours? We got almost six inches.

What would normally have been just a cold, wet, rainy weekend turned into a winter wonderland. And the kids? They had an absolute blast.

Now, I’m not going to pretend it was all magic and snowflakes. Picture this: four boys, ages ranging from toddler to almost-six, coming in and out of the snow every twenty minutes. Each time? Full snowsuit off. Then back on. Then back off again because someone has to pee.

The house was a disaster. Wet floors everywhere. Gloves hanging from every doorknob. Snow boots forming puddles in the entryway. Chaos, basically.

But totally worth it.

For these little Canadian boys and their Canadian mom, it was perfect. Courtney grew up with real winters—the kind where snow is measured in feet, not inches. The kind where you actually own a proper snow shovel. So watching her light up while the kids built snowmen and pelted each other with snowballs? That was worth every soggy sock.

We pulled the sled out. We strapped kids onto anything with runners. At one point I was pushing a stroller through the snow while towing three kids on a sled behind me like some kind of arctic pack mule. Not exactly graceful, but definitely memorable.

The timing couldn’t have been better, either.

We’re a week away from heading down to Costa Rica for a few weeks. Trading snow boots for flip-flops. Snowsuits for swimsuits. Thirty-degree mornings for ninety-degree afternoons.

So this? This was our last fling of winter. A final hurrah before we chase the sun.

And honestly? It was exactly what we needed.