Everyone is bundled up over at I Heart Faces this week. It was a rough winter, I know you've got some photos of it!
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Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts
Monday, March 15, 2010
I Heart Faces - Week 11
Everyone is bundled up over at I Heart Faces this week. It was a rough winter, I know you've got some photos of it!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Blanky and Cranky
*I am going to whine. Right here, right now. Look away if this offends you.
I am done. I don't know what to do about it or how to resolve my done-ness, but done I am. Done! Done, I tell you!
It did not snow that much in 2009, or 2008. It probably didn't snow a whole lot in 2007 either. I don't remember, because any snow we had disappeared pretty quickly. There were long breaks between snow storms. It was not SNOMAGEDON. Violet played outside in the snow for less than 10 minutes in 2007. She did not like it. In 2008, she "helped" shovel a bit and watched a snow plow nearly bury her and her father on the sidewalk. Last winter, I brought snow into the house and let her play with it in the sink after she was too cold to play outside. My point is, snow gear has never been necessary. Our brief forays into the yard or the journey from front door to car, were not enough to justify the purchase of snow boots and snow pants. Also, you have to buy the snow boots and pants in October, because that's when the asshole retailers put them out. So, it's a pricey gamble. Will it snow this winter? What size will the child expand to by the time snow starts piling up?
Violet has no snow boots, no snow pants and a "fashion" winter coat (the same goes for her parents, BTW). No one in our circle of friends has any outgrown snow gear to pass down. There are NO boots, or pants to be found in stores. We are utterly unprepared for an extended winter wonderland.
The members of the Heathen Family are prisoners in their own home.
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| She's wearing four pairs of pants & they were all soaked through. |
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Saturday, February 6, 2010
On a Snowy Saturday
Upon opening my back door at 7 AM I was greeted with this:
Two hours later, we indulged in a family sing-along with Bohemian Rhapsody:
One cat watched helplessly, while the other was manhandled:
There was some much begged for doll play:
The ladies of the house watched while Daddy shoveled the snow outside. There was some verbal taunting and a little snow was thrown in the general direction of the big window:
How's sno-magedon treating you?
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Friday, January 8, 2010
Not Living Up to Her Middle Name
My daughter's middle name is Picabo, as in Picabo Street; the well decorated Olympic downhill skier. Because I am a great lover of winter sports as viewed from my warm couch, I became enamored of Picabo during her final games. If she had won her last gold medal, Violet's first and middle names might have been reversed. I did some skiing of my own in high school, but with age I have gained not only wisdom, but a much lower tolerance for extreme temperatures. I could go all winter without so much as a passing urge to play in the snow, but I am not 4 years old and suffering from cabin fever. Yesterday, Aaron made a sledding play date for Violet with our neighborhood friends. This was fine despite Violet's lack of winter wear or a sled, because these friends were going to share their gear. Well, vomit happens and the play date got canceled.
I might have breathed a sigh of relief, but Daddy decided that we could go sledding by ourselves. We just needed to stop at Walmart and pick up a sled. I suspected that Walmart would fail us, as it always does, and gathered a few items to use as makeshift sleds (southern Ohio stores are notorious for not stocking sleds). Why not turn this into a homeschool lesson about what will hurl you down a hill and what will not?
Borrowed sleds actually work too well. The once fearless Violet began to rethink her whole daredevil lifestyle. Hurtling down a frozen hill at breakneck speed with a 200 pound man is apparently my daughter's threshold for terror.
Aaron ended up pulling Violet around in a laundry basket (I told you. Random household objects.) She was too traumatized to use the real sled again*.
*Furthermore, she was too cold. Her stylish faux suede coat and boots were no match for the wet snow, despite the grocery bag liners I expertly stuffed her feet into. We lasted 20 minutes on that hill.
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