I have come to have a little less disdain for it. Proper clothing does help immensely. There are still the children who think it's fun and every single time it comes they act like it's the first time. I hate to be the 'love of snow' wrecker so I try to keep my mouth shut. The rule is, one time out, no more. You stay until you are too cold to take it or cannot move to come in, the rest of your day is spent inside where it's warm.
That said, they predicted 1-3 inches between 7 AM and 3 or so. Eight thirty rolled around and BAM, it started coming and it did not stop until there was a good 6-8 inches! It's lovely and all to watch out the window especially folding "white" laundry, sipping on a warm cup of joe while sitting next to the woodstove.
I spent Tuesday "preparring for the ice age", as Jeremiah and I joked. I plugged all the animal's de-icers back in, bedded them all down well, had to do a little rearranging too. Washed a bunch of laundry and hung most of it out to dry since it was at least sunny Tuesday. I brought up oodles and bunches of wood and kindling and covered the rest of the pile.
Overnight there was another,
I picked up the kids yesterday at 1:20 and since Jeremiah was not here to pawn the chore off on to take them out, I dressed up and went out to take them sledding. One of us came back in sobbing and "so cold" and didn't want to pull the sled back. I won't mention who but will say it was the same person seen below pulling it out. Why do parents take their kids to the snow? It's only fun for about 3 minutes.
Here's to an inside day where it's warm baking yummy treats to sustain us through trudging around in it!
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