I’m not sure if you heard, but we had this huge colossal snow storm here this week! And when I say huge and colossal I mean about 10 inches. Yep. The forecast called for 40. But that’s okay. They can’t get it right every time. Predicting the future is hard work. Now I know I mentioned I’m not big on snow, but this was kind of fun. Kind of. Because of all the hype associated with the blizzard that never came, most businesses were closed. Which meant as a working parent I got a guilt free snow day! (Mad props to all my peeps who got stuck working from home. This snow storm was the first time I’ve ever been thankful that I can’t telecommute).
As with all snow storms, my crew was up at the crack of dawn and ready for some light snowmanbuilding/sledding/snowballfighting/snoweating action. Naturally I had no more than walked out of my bedroom before I was dressing children in 30 layers and attempting to pull boots on over 3 pairs of socks. Juuuuust when the big kids were about ready to get outside, we noticed Mariyah’s mittens were missing. We looked high and low. Checked every backpack, coat pocket, and couch cushion crevice, until we found…. the mitten thief giggling in another room. This child seriously loves to wear her big sisters clothes.
Once outside we found that the only mittens she wanted to wear were big sisters. Her own, not so much. Keeping mittens on a baby. The struggle is real people.
Love my little snow bunnies.
In the afternoon we finally headed to the park for some sledding with friends. We have this awesome park near our house with several different sized hills. Mariyah made it down the big hill which surprisingly doesn’t look as steep in this video as it does in real life when looking down. James the daredevil went down a million times but requested I not video it because you know, “that’s embarrassing mom!” (If you do watch the video you may want to mute it first. Some impatient mother is yelling for Mariyah to hurry up because other children are waiting. That mother may or may not be me).
Is there any better post sledding treat than hot chocolate? Apparently I make the best hot chocolate ever. That’s what James’s friend told his mom and now I’m bragging about it to anyone who will listen. (Disclosure: We compared hot chocolate recipes and found that we actually both use the same recipe. 1 Hot chocolate package and 1 mug of hot water. I must have better tasting hot water or something like that.)