a) I didn't have a car because my hubby's car had a broken wheel or something and making money is apparently more important than going on outtings with the kids and doing my own grocery shopping.
b) I was waiting for the good snow to come back so I could go tobogganing or build a snowman. Or whatever.
The snow hasn't returned and has instead transformed into various piles of slush, and sheets of ice, and pits of mud. Still the sun, and my furry houseguest (my parents' jackapoo Morty), motivated me to go outside this afternoon.
It was too warm for snowpants, but the kids wore all their other winter paraphernalia. Although Jadzia opted to wear William's old alligator galoshes instead of her pink winter boots. When we arrived at the park near our house, we discovered that the playground structure was now standing in an iced-over muddy sink hole. This did not stop my children from climbing and sliding. Jadzia can now navigate that curved ladder without much hesitation. William was delighted at his new super power of breaking ice, and splashing in the frigid water. Of course I had to join in, just to show him that I was better at it, because I'm bigger.
After pushing my offspring on the swings (William is too big for the baby swings *tear*) for a tediously long time, I suggested we explore the forest near the park. Favourite quote of the day from William: "That's not a forest, it's just a bunch of trees." Okay, so it's not algonquin park, not even enough cover for teenagers to smoke pot without getting caught, but I didn't expect my son to become so jaded so soon. When we were in the trees, though, he decided that it was a forest after all. He found a long stick and sword-fought the bushes in a distinctly boyish way, while Jadzia examined the different consistancies of mud. We found squirrel tracks. I lured them out of the mini-forest with the promise of a snack.
I did have a car today, but I didn't end up going anywhere until after my hubby came home and we went out for dinner to celebrate a friend's birthday (Happy Birthday Mark!). On the way, the wheel made a funny noise. It sounded like a drunken Nascar car and was so loud that we actually pulled over, but ultimately ignored until after dinner. Now it's my car's turn for the shop. Oh reliable transportation, if only I'd appreciated you when you were here.