A week ago we had three inches of snow on the ground. The kids bundled up in every possible make-shift winter clothing item we could find and headed out to explore the delightfulness of snow. I made pot roast and chocolate cake and spoiled them with hot cocoa and warm cookies. We donned our best flannel pajamas and hunkered down for a snowy night of movies and picturesque views of the our very own wonderland.
The kids shredded their Winter layers and asked for short sleeves and Crocs. They ate their breakfast at record speed anxious to head outdoors to play in the warmth of the sun. They spent much of the morning and afternoon outside - never asking for television, art time, or anything mechanical. At one point we even loaded up the car, headed to a local state parked and took our kids on their very first hike. They asked for ice cream, swim suits, Summer hats, and popsicles. They tried to plant things explaining that this is what you're supposed to do in Spring. I opened windows, enjoyed a glass of wine on the patio, and even removed the winter sheets from the bed. We watch the sun set later and realized that the days are getting just a bit longer.
Next week it is supposed to be rainy. And cold.
Not quite Spring and not quite the excitement and joy of a snowy Winter.
I give it until Wednesday before everyone is very, very sick.
Oh, the joys of Southern weather...
ChristinaY is a freelance writer and mother of three. In between loads of laundry she's working on a PhD. She blogs about her adventures and misadventures at hooey!critic