After a combined 17 years in Illinois and Wisconsin (7 on the lakefront) one should be used to winter weather or at the very least, able to tolerate it. Not so in my little world. Wanna know how that's not possible? Two words: Germany and Tucson. Sure it snowed once during the two years I lived in Germany but by the time I got dressed to go out and frolic in the prettiness of it, it melted. My husband says it can't snow if it's above 32f. I beg to differ. Tucson? Come on, need I say more? Two glorious years of dry, hot heat. I loved it! It was my dream once to retire in Tucson. I love that city, well at least the NW side. Southside kinda scares me some. My husband dashed those dreams though. He was born in Kansas but they moved to Minneesohta when he was 3 months old so basically he's Minneesohtan through and through. He's a freezer baby. Doesn't like the thermostat up too high nor does he like any heat in the summer. I'm the opposite. If I could afford it, the temp in my house would be a balmy 70f all the time and I live for spring and summer. Winter is so blah to me.
My opinion kinda changed some yesterday. We got oodles of snow here, about 8" in some places. I took Monkey Boy to the park and it was still snowing, coming down like a rainstorm. This kid lost his mind. Seeing how happy he was playing in the snow just made me want to cry. I hate winter a little bit less this year. A little bit. He had to play on the slide covered in snow. No problem. We just need to hike through 3 feet of snow plowed onto the sidewalk leading to said slides. He wanted to try on his own cause he's Mr. Independant. That didn't last long. One fall on his face and he's yelling for help. We trudged through and made it to the slide of bliss. He got stuck halfway the first trip down cause of the snow. The second time cleared it all. By the 12th or so time, he was landing on his butt a good foot or so from the end. His snow pants were so wet that he would fly down the slide and become airborne laughing as he shot through the air. It was great. I wish I had a video camera. When told it was time to come in, we were not so happy anymore. Try explaining to an almost 3 yr old that mamma is an idiot and has regular pants and shoes on unlike the correctly snow panted, mitten wearing, stocking hat on child that's tossing white fluffy stuff around. He didn't get it. We got inside and that's when I realized he had regular sneakers on. Yeah. I've put my kids' shoes on the wrong feet and gone out in public with them. Hell I've put shoes on the wrong feet with my niece and nephew. I don't notice til I take them off. Oh well, they're still walking upright and human like. They aren't damaged. Yet. Give me time people, a little more time.
My opinion kinda changed some yesterday. We got oodles of snow here, about 8" in some places. I took Monkey Boy to the park and it was still snowing, coming down like a rainstorm. This kid lost his mind. Seeing how happy he was playing in the snow just made me want to cry. I hate winter a little bit less this year. A little bit. He had to play on the slide covered in snow. No problem. We just need to hike through 3 feet of snow plowed onto the sidewalk leading to said slides. He wanted to try on his own cause he's Mr. Independant. That didn't last long. One fall on his face and he's yelling for help. We trudged through and made it to the slide of bliss. He got stuck halfway the first trip down cause of the snow. The second time cleared it all. By the 12th or so time, he was landing on his butt a good foot or so from the end. His snow pants were so wet that he would fly down the slide and become airborne laughing as he shot through the air. It was great. I wish I had a video camera. When told it was time to come in, we were not so happy anymore. Try explaining to an almost 3 yr old that mamma is an idiot and has regular pants and shoes on unlike the correctly snow panted, mitten wearing, stocking hat on child that's tossing white fluffy stuff around. He didn't get it. We got inside and that's when I realized he had regular sneakers on. Yeah. I've put my kids' shoes on the wrong feet and gone out in public with them. Hell I've put shoes on the wrong feet with my niece and nephew. I don't notice til I take them off. Oh well, they're still walking upright and human like. They aren't damaged. Yet. Give me time people, a little more time.
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