Winter Wonderland

Big snow hit our neck of the woods today.

BIG SNOW.

The kids had the day off from school and well,

that means the mom had the day off from work too.

I had big plans but somehow, the day had other plans for me.

I got nothing that I had planned to do, done.

What's that saying about the best laid plans?

Well, I can sum it up like this:
I defy anyone with a heart or a conscience to walk past these two rascals all decked in their snow impermeable finery, flappin' the eyelashes on those big brown eyes and not drop what they're doing to go play outside in the snow.



I put aside my to do lists and the to do lists for my to do lists and the sticky notes

attached to both lists and put on my boots.

Once I opened the garage door, I realized that I really needed to shovel before JR got home or we'd be shoveling from now until Spring.

So I let the kids play a bit while I got to work.

Good exercise I kept telling myself, either that or a great way to determine if the emergency rescue vehicles in my neighborhood were up to snuff in the snow.

Sweetie Pie really enjoyed herself for the first time.

She was out in the snow last year but she basically did her best statue impression.

This year she is so much more active and

with WonderBoy, the Energ*izer Bunny, by her side they just went to town.





This is WonderBoy after helping me (ahem, right!) shovel for one minute

only to tell me he's too tired and that shoveling is adult's work anyway (ouch, wince!)



So he got to teaching his sister how to be a Snowmelier,

otherwise known as an expert in the fine art of snow tasting.





She thought it was the best thing since, well,

since she can remember in her whole life...all 28 months of it.



I continued to shovel and groan like the old adult I am apparently becoming,

however, I couldn't help but smile when I heard these two laughing and giggling

as they sunk into the snow.

Shoveling can be a tough job but somebody's gotta do it.

Good thing my little Son Servant kept me hydrated

as he so resourcefully kept my beverage cool.



I was moments from a clean getaway when I heard them begin to chant...

snowman, snowman, snowman, SNOWMAN.

I looked around and realized that they were looking at me.

I began making lame excuses why we couldn't make one.

None of my excuses even remotely made sense so I did the only thing I could do;

I turned myself in and succombed.



He's cute, isn't he?

I think he looks more baby seal than he does snowman.

The kids were just tickled pink over him.

After all, (I said as I got to whipping up our snowman, singlehandedly, in seconds flat as they stood by and watched)

its not quantity that matters in life...its quality.



They bought it...all of it... hook, line and sinker.
I still got it.

I was thinking as we headed inside; wet, cold, pink cheeked and exhausted...

I sure do miss being a little girl playing for hours in the snow with my own dear brother.

And then I looked at my children in front of me and was reminded that I wouldn't change being Mommy to these two for anything...even if it means I have to be the adult (sometimes!)