I think one of the greatest things growing up was spending hours playing out in the snow, so when we went back home we were blessed with a few inches of the white stuff. The girls were overjoyed with the thoughts of snowangels, snowmen, and snowball fights. Therefore, the first morning Rose and Lily, along with their cousins, suited up for the event. We were a scene straight from A Christmas Story..."I can't put my arms down!" kinda stuff. And after a good thirty minutes they were out the door...I was extremely proud at our accomplishments and was rewarding myself with a cup of coffee and a magazine. So, for about 10 minutes I was in bliss....until the doorbell rings (my children are so polite) both girls are crying... Lily has disobeyed the number one cardinal rule in playing in the snow and has taken her gloves off and Rose well, has taken a boot off (because it was bothering her) and besides "Mommy it is really cold out there."
Seriously??? They unsuit. I sigh.
We decide to try again later...when it warms up a bit. And it does. A little less snow, but nonetheless they get back out there. I join in this time...and show them how to roll snowmen and make stellar snowballs. Needless to say we (I) had fun. We stayed outside running around and playing for at least an hour, and Rose wouldn't come in; she was having such a great time. Hopefully, at Christmas we'll get another snow and we can get Daddy out for a snowball battle!
No comments:
Post a Comment