We just don’t know quite how to act when it snows around here. I mean, I know how I WANT to act–grab a blanket, a book, some hot chocolate and sit in a comfortable chair near a window. I did that for about five minutes this afternoon. For the most part, I was doing laundry while the kids screamed about the snow.
Back to the snow. We saw it begin to come down. Josh came home a little early to play in the snow with the kids. They somehow knew that I wasn’t going to frolic in the snow with them for hours, but that Josh probably would. I might have used to be concerned about that—that they don’t picture me as “that kind of mom,” but I am so ok with it now. We all have our strengths, the things that our kids will remember about us….playing out in the yard in the freezing temps just won’t be one of mine. Teaching them to keep things in order or where they belong will be one of those things that they attribute to me, I hope. Just the other day Molly asked me to help her organize her art supplies drawer because she just couldn’t find anything. Another time she said that she needed help “switchuating” her markers. And I helped her, of course.
OK, back to the snow again.
I broke out the Timberlands. These shoes are 16 years old. I got them when I was a sophomore in high school. I keep them for our one day of snow a year. They look fantastic considering how old they are. Ruby usually asks me why I am wearing Josh’s shoes when I put them on.
The weather made driving conditions challenging, but the kids didn’t seem to mind.
And I will leave you with pictures of each member of our family out in the snow. One of us is grumpy. One of us just can’t seem to smile for a camera.
Just one of us.
Here’s to hoping the snow keeps coming down. Ruby said it would not be a Winter Wonderland if she didn’t get to build a snowman. Bless her southern little heart for getting her hopes up for such a thing.