Snowy, Snowy Night
December 14, 2007
Last night about 9:00pm I was talking to Mir, when I told her I really needed to go and round up my children. She laughed because HER children were already in bed. That is when I confessed that mine were outside playing.
They were supposedly “helping” to shovel the driveway, if by “help” we mean throwing snow at each other, knocking the piles of snow that line the driveway back onto the driveway, and burying yourself under the snow.
Miles didn’t last outside that long, and truthfully I was probably ready to go back inside even before he was. I have lived here for 12 years and yet I still do not own snowpants or tall enough boots for myself. I think I am secretly in denial about living in the Arctic. My boots keep my feet warm but once the snow is above my ankles it is all over. I sometimes wear one of my son’s snow pants and boots to go outside and shovel, but since last night was the first big snowfall of the season all of my children wanted to play in it. And they all selfishly wanted to wear their snow gear and be warm.
Here is a picture I took of them working hard outside in the driveway. There were only a few hearty souls still out there at this point. if you look closely you can see my reflection in the window. I am standing on the kitchen table.
They finally started filtering into the house. Miles and I worked together to make cups of hot chocolate for everyone. Me putting the chocolate powder into the mugs. Him licking his fingers and sticking them into the mugs. I reasoned that at least he wasn’t coughing or spitting into the mugs. And the boiling water would kill any germs, right?
By 9:45 everyone was inside. The pile of wet coats, snowpants, gloves, neck warmers, hats, boot inserts, and socks were tossed in a heap in front of the wood stove to dry. Waiting for the magical fairy to come and spread them out neatly to dry, rotating them so they all dry evenly.
We were all sitting around the table, drinking cocoa by candle light, while I did the Advent reading. The snow was still falling outside. I looked at them all with their bright red cheeks, hair standing up all crazy from their hats, their hands cupped around steaming cups of cocoa, and for a brief moment thought that maybe winter isn’t all that bad. It was very brief. Then I heard that another storm is coming this weekend I may have weeped big fat tears.
Unrelated, Miles had been saying that for his birthday he wanted a snowball.
What my baby want, my baby gets.
And if you are looking for a craft to do today with your children, head on over to Ordering Disorder, where I show you what I made with tin cans, some labels, a nail, and tape.
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