In which we frolic and play, the Eskimo way
January 15th, 2012
Christmas was disconcertingly mild, but we’ve finally gotten some snow this winter. The first good ground cover came shortly after new year, and we were ready. Snow pants? Check. Long underwear? Check. Boots? Check. Hats? Check. Gloves? Check. Coats? Check.
A Christmas Story references? Check. “I can’t put my arms down!“
My folks got the kids a sled for Christmas and Miss Mouse was primed and ready to try it out. Buggie patiently allowed himself to be hauled around the backyard, but seemed a bit confused by the whole affair.
He was similarly nonplussed when my mom and I taught Miss Mouse the fine art of eating snow off the plastic slide in the yard (don’t tell Josh), but was really a good sport about the adventure.
Miss Mouse was in heaven. She loved the sled, and her boots, and making snow angels, and throwing snowballs for the dog to chase. I had expected to spend 40 minutes bundling the kids up, only to be outside for 5 minutes, but she played happily for nearly an hour before I declared myself a popsicle and forced her back in.