Snow Day

Great. So now the snow is taller than our children. Heaven forbid they wander out into the cold (which would imply that I am not watching them...I promise that I am Mom...and Mike) then I might not find them until Spring thaw. It did make for some fun times digging into the drifts. And the upside is that Emily is getting some practice moving around in her hated snowsuit. She's improving beautifully. Loves the new found freedom, even if she does face-plant into the snow every few minutes. It's a little deep and fluffy for sledding, but we had a few runs down the hill before Ava got snow in her glove and launched into the most dramatic tantrum I've seen in quite some time. That was fun. Carrying both children back to the front door while trudging through the knee (sometimes waist) deep snow. Man, if the winter keeps going this way, our mailbox will be buried next storm. That's the mailbox behind Emily in the picture below.

My Nerd Herd

 

My very first pair of glasses from way back in my sophomore year of high school somehow made their way into the tub of dress up clothes in our play room. Both girls had fun mugging in my old specs. These are possibly the only pictures in existence of the glasses. There are certainly no pictures of my 16 year-old self modelling these shiny, round frames. I only wore them when absolutely necessary...when driving at night. Actually, less than that. I only wore them when driving at night through the country. If I were "in town" where someone might see me, I always took them off. We used to go cruisin' back then. I had an image. Ha ha. Ah, the hobbies of a small town high schooler. Heaven forbid that I should look "uncool" at the price of my safety.

Well, I'm glad that the glasses are bringing someone a little joy.

Daily Dose of Wisdom from Ava

 

Have I ever mentioned that disorder makes me a little grouchy? Well, yesterday we were having a clean up session in the family room. Pieces of Ava's fishing game (in addition to lots of other toys)were strewn all over the floor. "Avy!" I said, more sharply than I'd like to admit. "Where is the box to this? We NEED the box!" She just sat there, staring at me. "Why?" She wondered. "Because if we don't have the box we won't know how to play. Without the box, there's no object. Without the box it's just a bunch of cardboard fish and a plastic pole!"

She looked right into my eyes and in a calm, quiet voice said, "Mommy, it's not about winning. It's about what's in your heart."

Well that just took the wind right out of my sails. "You're right," I acknowledged. "Where'd you hear that?"

And then she said...."Mommy, I learned it from you."

I win.