Hey, guess what New England? We have grass! Yes, it is under several feet of white stuff and we haven’t actually laid eyes on it since mid December; but oh yes it is there, I know it.
I haven’t decided if it has just been so long since we’ve had a really bad winter that we Southern New Englanders have forgotten what it is like to be Southern New Englanders, or if this is merely the precursor for the impending apocalypse.
One more significant storm and that pile is going to be taller than me.
I wonder how zombies fair in snow.
Anyway, we adults may be extremely over it and hold the opinion that the forecasted 8 to 12 inches of additional snow that will fall in the next 24 hours is a boat load of cow dung, but the kids? Bless their little souls, they feel quite differently.
For my children this has been the best winter in Five. Whole. Years. Why? Well, for one thing the oldest has only been alive for five years, but otherwise?
One word: Sledding.
Over the holiday weekend we took them out several times to our local sledding spot. If you have trouble finding your inner kid, go down a sled a couple of times and you’ll find yourself grinning like a Cheshire cat. Over two days we spent four hours going up and down those hills, and were it not for the setting sun we would have stayed longer.
A few things I have learned:
1. Pulling a sled uphill with a 40 lb child on it is very, very difficult. Just say no, especially when the hill is as big as this one:
2. Sometimes when I think my daughter is not listening to me, she surprises me and shows me that I am getting through to her. Other times no, she’s just not listening.
Or, considering the fact that I handed her the cup and told her exactly what was in it five minutes previously, she is simply wondering why I am asking her such a ridiculous question. Inverview FAIL.
3. Wow, I’m kind of obnoxious.
Stay safe out there, people. And good luck finding places to put the additional white stuff on the way.
