Snow: On Being Cold and Wet

We wait with eager anticipation and pray that we will get at least enough to play in. We watch it come so close time and time again and miss us completely and are so disappointed.

Then, it happens we get a couple of inches that sticks overnight and is waiting for us when we wake!  Woohoo.  It is so pretty and fresh looking and looks like so much fun to go and play in!  Here we go!

{Mommy's thought process:  "Hmm, I guess the boys will wear jeans.  Those are the thickest paints they own and that cover everyone's ankles.  Long sleeve shirts should be enough, I mean under the coats, right?  Hats, Ahhh, we all have hats...how cute.  Gloves, or mittens or the like.  Oh, look I can find 3.  Which is good except for the 6 hands...8 counting mommy's.  Hmm...everyone gets one glove.  Shoes, we should wear old tennis shoes not new ones sure they aren't weather proof, but no sense in getting the new shoes all wet.  And away we go."  So you know, I am totally prepared for this, totally.}

The first few minutes...this is fun.  It is so pretty and we haven't been outside in forever and the fresh air is nice.



Oops, somebody has broken the thin layer of ice on the sand table that is filled with dirty rain water.  Ewww, now we have one glove between us all and lots of cold fingers.


Baby does NOT want to touch the snow.  Not. At. All.  It is cold and wet and I understand.  Basically he is put off that there is this white stuff all over the places where he wants to play.





Walker really wants to make snowballs, but it is hard to do it with one glove.  He tries, but it is a bit frustrating to try and do it without freezing your fingers off.  I know, cause I made a few and yeah cold.



Eli retreats his hands to his pockets and DOES NOT want to have snowballs thrown at him.  This presents a dilemma, as I'm sure you can see.  One child with snowballs, one child who collapses into hysterics if hit with a snowball...use your imagination.



Baby does enjoy running around with Walker in the crunchy snow, but he too is against any sort of snowball fight.



We all reach our cold limit after about 30 minutes.  30 minutes of mostly fun with a bit of tears thrown in as well.  The verdict: Snow is cold and wet and we don't really have the gear to enjoy it, but it sure is pretty to look at from inside the warm house.

{I'm heading to the thrift store in April when everyone cleans out their closets and buying some snow gear for next year, just in case. Which means, of course, it won't snow here for the next 10 years.  My apologies in advance.}

Part of Beth's You Capture: Cold.