With all the snow we’ve gotten around here lately Dave has kept pretty busy with his snow blower.

The thing is a beast. An 8HP beast. I can’t control the beast, it takes over. Dave has to do it. But he likes it, so its okay. Look at that smile.

Bridget really enjoys standing in the garage watching daddy “snow blower.” Typically she prefers to have me stand out there and hold her (and the blanket she’s wrapped up in) so she can watch. I don’t particularly like standing out in the cold garage holding a 30-pound toddler for half an hour or more. Occasionally I given in though – at least for a few minutes.

The other night I handed her a little snow shovel and asked her to help daddy shovel the snow. I figured we’d be out there for 10 or 15 minutes. Just long enough for her to get her wiggles out, and for me to snap a few pictures.

I couldn’t get her to come inside. She was having too much fun. She even managed to get some of the snow off of the driveway and into a pile.

Last winter (Feb 2007) she just drug the shovel around behind her. And although snow was ‘moved,’ it wasn’t exactly removed.

At this rate, maybe she’ll be able to shovel the whole thing herself next year. Maybe?

In the race of snow removal endurance who has your vote? Horsepower? Or Kid Power? Who will give up and go inside first?