The moment he saw the first flakes falling on our way home from school he got excited. "I sure hope this isn't a blister!" he proclaimed as he begged to go outside and play. So we bundled up and headed down the street for a walk.
Mallie Lynn wasn't too impressed and kinda timid about the whole experience but came around to the idea of tasting it. Which has always been Henry's favorite snowy activity.
But the moment I put her down to walk in it she had complete amnesia about how much fun the white stuff is and instead resorted to screaming. She couldn't stand it one bit and wanted to "go inside now!"
The moment we took off her coat she began frantically grabbing at the rest of her snow gear, ripping it off as fast as she could.
The following day we woke up to an inch and a half of snow and frigid cold temps. Normally I would be all about going out for a good play but with a wind chill of 2 degrees and a little girl who wasn't so sure about the snow gear in the first place we opted for a glorious day indoors. I had the lovely surprise of a snow day from teaching Barre class and enjoyed every last second of our day.
I brought their play tent down to the den to watch Frosty the Snowman returns. They loved every second of their movie time together and it was the beginning of a beautiful day. The two of them have had their share of tiffs lately, learning to share, be gentle, speak kindly and other such growing pains have wreaked havoc in our home. The snow brought a more magical effect than ever before as it layed a blanket of white on the ground and a sense of calm in our house. They smiled at each other *gasp, they hugged each other, *shocked face, Henry lovingly rubbed her foot as she lay still next to him smiling with enjoyment *double gasp. Yes this day was some sort of mystical experience.
We followed up Frosty with a little blast from my past, peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches and hot cocoa to wash it all down.
It was all fun and games until the sugar rush and lazy living hit my boys belly.
So we took a pause for a dance party, and it turned into an hour long session of listening to the Polar Express soundtrack and dancing till we couldn't stand any longer. Henry and Mallie Lynn grooved, played instruments and sang their sweet hearts out.
Our sweet moments just kept coming with these two and my heart almost grew out of my chest. Mallie Lynn pulled out her play makeup set, when Henry asked if he could play we let him join. I showed him the perfume bottle and showed him how it squirted just like daddy's cologne. So he pretended to be daddy, helped brush my hair, and then said asked if Mallie Lynn if he could paint her nails, she obliged happily. And their it was, a moment I will remember always, one Henry will undoubtedly someday regret, and one I can only hope foreshadows their love and care for one another.
We finished off our snow day by bringing the white stuff indoors. As Henry put it "I don't want to get to chilled outside". So mommy went out, scooped snow, brought it indoors and let them play. First in order was eat the snow.
There was a lot of scooping, a lot of eating. Then came snowman building, and according to Mallie Lynn she "made Fosty the Sewman".
Henry found more ways to eat the snow........
and build again....
This is apparently our "I'm a snowman" impression.
I enjoyed every last second of our Holiday break, and admittedly felt a bit of dread with the start back to school and normal routines. God felt my bit of dread and brought us an abundance of joy to cap off the blessing of our holidays.
Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for you are receiving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls. 1 Peter 1: 8-9