This morning I awoke to a fresh heap of powder all over everything. Now I try to get up at seven every morning and do a little outdoor exercise, usually walking since my bike was stolen and winter arrived. But today I decided to be extra productive and shovel the driveway.
Most of the time we just leave the driveway as is and drive our SUVs over whatever hardened mountains of ice result. A couple of years ago the mail man refused to deliver our mail because our driveway was too treacherous. Through rain, snow, sleet or hail my butt! Anyway, me shoveling is such an event that my husband snapped some paparazzi-style photos of me to commemorate the occassion.
Anyway, being outside in the snow reminded me that playing in the snow is a part of childhood that we've been doing far too little of this season. So I put "play in the snow with kids" on my to-do list and after breakfast I got them ready.
William, Jadzia and I had a great time frollicking in the mounds of powder my shoveling created. Well, William and I had fun anyway. Jadzia, who can barely stand in her boots and snowpants let alone walk, mostly just sat in the snow and glared and me.
The white stuff was too powdery for a snowman, or even a snow ball fight (though we did try). Instead I dragged the children in a toboggan to the nearby school (which has a wicked hill, tame enough for my kids but not so slow the adult gets bored). Jadzia giggled the first time down the hill but shortly after began to get weepy. I convinced William to go home by promising hot chocolate and declared our winter outting a success.
Except I ran out of milk and had to make the hot chocolates partially with water, blech. Luckily they had just enough milk in them to be tolerable.