I am not much of a cold weather person. I love watching the snow fall. A snow covered yard is beautiful. But I won’t be the first person to say “let’s go out in the snow”. I am not a good skier, feel foolish on a pair of skates, and think sledding is overrated. Climbing up a hill is not my idea of a fun afternoon. In middle and high school, snow days were exciting only because we didn’t have to go to school, not because we got to play in it. I haven’t played in the snow in over 16 years. My recent dealings with snow has been shoveling the driveway and cleaning off the car. Even then I prefer to wait and let my husband do the ‘man work.’ (Did I just let that secret out…probably wasn’t a secret anyways.)
Now that Lily is almost 3, her desire to play in the snow is growing. Her first winter came, I bundled her up, went outside, took a few pictures, then hurry inside. She didn’t want to be out there anymore than I did. Last year, our neighbor introduced Lily to sledding. Lily loved it and I was grateful our young neighbor was more than happy to take Lily down the hill till her heart was content.
This year there have been several snow storms. One of which was yesterday. Now I can only distract Lily for a short time when there is snow outside. I have decided my newest excuse for not liking the snow is all the time it takes to get ready. Dress Lily: pants, socks, snow pants, boots, shirt, sweater, jacket, gloves, hat, hood, mix in there chasing her down to get the next item of clothing on, only to hear I have to pee-pee, which we then have to tear off all the clothes and start over. Then it’s time for Isabella, repeat the whole process, include the chasing. The kids are ready to go, but I still have to get dress. Now this may be my biggest problem, besides a hat, mittens and scarf, I don’t own snow gear. I have to wear jeans with workout pants under them, short sleeve shirt, long sleeve shirt, a hooded sweatshirt and my fleece. Oh yes and 3 pairs of socks, because I don’t own boots. (This provided Lily with a good laugh, “Mommy why you put on 3 socks, you only supposed to wear 1 socks, you so silly mommy.”) Now 30 minutes later, two crying, hot kids and a flustered mom are ready to go out.
I know part of the issue is the age of the girls. Bella is following the same pattern. Last winter she was a newborn and snow wasn’t an option. This year she had fun sledding and being pulled around the yard on the sled, but didn’t want to stand or touch the snow. Right now it’s hard to keep them both entertained with the same activity. Next winter, they’ll be better ages for playing in the snow. When I think of my childhood winters I remember building forts and snowmen, having snowball fights, going sledding, ice skating on the lake. Snow isn’t that bad, with the right gear and positive attitude, right? I just keep saying it until I believe it.
Now that Lily is almost 3, her desire to play in the snow is growing. Her first winter came, I bundled her up, went outside, took a few pictures, then hurry inside. She didn’t want to be out there anymore than I did. Last year, our neighbor introduced Lily to sledding. Lily loved it and I was grateful our young neighbor was more than happy to take Lily down the hill till her heart was content.
This year there have been several snow storms. One of which was yesterday. Now I can only distract Lily for a short time when there is snow outside. I have decided my newest excuse for not liking the snow is all the time it takes to get ready. Dress Lily: pants, socks, snow pants, boots, shirt, sweater, jacket, gloves, hat, hood, mix in there chasing her down to get the next item of clothing on, only to hear I have to pee-pee, which we then have to tear off all the clothes and start over. Then it’s time for Isabella, repeat the whole process, include the chasing. The kids are ready to go, but I still have to get dress. Now this may be my biggest problem, besides a hat, mittens and scarf, I don’t own snow gear. I have to wear jeans with workout pants under them, short sleeve shirt, long sleeve shirt, a hooded sweatshirt and my fleece. Oh yes and 3 pairs of socks, because I don’t own boots. (This provided Lily with a good laugh, “Mommy why you put on 3 socks, you only supposed to wear 1 socks, you so silly mommy.”) Now 30 minutes later, two crying, hot kids and a flustered mom are ready to go out.
I know part of the issue is the age of the girls. Bella is following the same pattern. Last winter she was a newborn and snow wasn’t an option. This year she had fun sledding and being pulled around the yard on the sled, but didn’t want to stand or touch the snow. Right now it’s hard to keep them both entertained with the same activity. Next winter, they’ll be better ages for playing in the snow. When I think of my childhood winters I remember building forts and snowmen, having snowball fights, going sledding, ice skating on the lake. Snow isn’t that bad, with the right gear and positive attitude, right? I just keep saying it until I believe it.
Evidence that I did in fact go out...
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