Showing posts with label snow play. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snow play. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
14 December 2010
Sunday afternoon Rose Pink departed into the snowy wilderness that is our driveway bearing tea bags that I had intended to throw away. She wanted to turn the snow pink with the tea bags (it's hibiscus tea). I was dubious, but sure enough, as she messed around outside, the tea bags did indeed bleed into the snow. Her summary: "So it turns out that snow really is just frozen water."
Monday, December 13, 2010
12 Dec 2010
Lots of snow on Sunday. We had two inches on the ground when I left for church and it didn't stop snowing until seven or eight that night. When I went out to shovel, Rose Pink followed me and we built a snow chair on the front lawn for her and a short snowman with raisin eyes and buttons.
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This morning Nut Brown climbed into bed between Mr. Brown and I and said, "I love you, Mommy! I love you, Daddy!" He is so affectionate.
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On a side note, it looks like we can trust our kids with markers now!
Friday, December 10, 2010
10 December 2010
First serious snow today, about an inch on the ground this morning. Rose Pink is of course ecstatic. I am less ecstatic. Mr. Brown is sick so if there is to be playing in the snow, I have to be in charge of it. So here's what happened - we went to the library (minus Mr. Brown, who is sick) on our way to the Cranbrook Museum. We were dashing inside to pick up books on hold. On our way back to the car, Rose Pink and Nut Brown got distracted by the snow around the edge of the fountain, and then they climbed into the fountain and played with the snow there. Rose Pink picked up fifty-six pennies. (See how well she can count?) I read my book for fifteen minutes until their fingers got too cold to go on (because we weren't going to play in the snow, we were going to the museum.)
We proceed on to the museum. Children get out of the car and race over to snowbanks. I get back in the car and read my book some more while snow play occurs. Eventually Rose Pink comes over and tells me she has to go to the bathroom, so we go into the museum. Snow play successfully achieved for the day.
Snow on the ground has also illuminated exactly how often the squirrels get into our trash can. The snow around the trash can is completely compacted by little squirrel footprints. Going to take out the trash tonight, I told Mr. Brown that I was going to feed the squirrels.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
snow fun
Rose Pink LOVES snow.
Truly, she has snow love. I've been looking for jobs in places where it doesn't snow, and Mr. Brown said recently that he thinks her heart would break a little bit if we moved south away from the white stuff.
She will go out by herself to play in it. And she loves sledding with us, except on the Wal-Mart hill, which she considers too steep. Nut Brown doesn't actually like the Wal-Mart hill either. I guess it's just Mr. Brown & I who enjoy it.
Nut Brown got his mother's cold-all-the-time gene. He likes better to be outside this winter than he did last winter, but is always ready to go back inside.
Whenever we make the effort to get the kids suited up and outside, even when it's just coats and gloves for a run to the car, once they get outside they poing around in what seems to be Brownian motion, and it's like herding cats to get them into the car and buckled. Stircrazy already, and three and a half more months to go.
Truly, she has snow love. I've been looking for jobs in places where it doesn't snow, and Mr. Brown said recently that he thinks her heart would break a little bit if we moved south away from the white stuff.
She will go out by herself to play in it. And she loves sledding with us, except on the Wal-Mart hill, which she considers too steep. Nut Brown doesn't actually like the Wal-Mart hill either. I guess it's just Mr. Brown & I who enjoy it.
Nut Brown got his mother's cold-all-the-time gene. He likes better to be outside this winter than he did last winter, but is always ready to go back inside.
Whenever we make the effort to get the kids suited up and outside, even when it's just coats and gloves for a run to the car, once they get outside they poing around in what seems to be Brownian motion, and it's like herding cats to get them into the car and buckled. Stircrazy already, and three and a half more months to go.
first snow
Rose Pink really loves her snowsuit this year.
It's pink.
It finally snowed in the middle of December, and there was a mad rush out the door.
Nut Brown has continued this habit all winter. When he goes out in the snow, he gets down on his hands and knees and eats it like a puppy.
Rose Pink's snowsuit is a bit distinctive (she LOVES it). Last week she saw her buddy Layton out with his dad in the back, and jumped into her gear to go out and play. We can see their backyard from our back door, and Rose Pink knows her limits, so we didn't really watch her too closely. We noticed that she was out of sight, and when she didn't reappear or answer when Mr. Brown called her, he went out to see if he could find her. He tromped around and saw a group of people sledding on the Wal-Mart hill. One of them was wearing a very pink snowsuit. So he came home and told me that she'd gone sledding with Layton's family.
She came home about fifteen minutes later and told us that she'd been sledding with people she didn't know. What?!? we said, more than a little startled. We thought you were out with Layton and his parents!
Oh, no, she said blithely. Layton went inside. I saw them sledding so I went over to watch them.
Her single-minded parents said, But we thought you were with Layton and his family!
No, she said. And it wasn't his next-door neighbor either. It was some people I didn't know at all.
Gulp, said her parents. Well, we're glad you had fun. Do you play with people you don't know very often?
No, she said. This is the first time.
It finally snowed in the middle of December, and there was a mad rush out the door.
Nut Brown has continued this habit all winter. When he goes out in the snow, he gets down on his hands and knees and eats it like a puppy.
Rose Pink's snowsuit is a bit distinctive (she LOVES it). Last week she saw her buddy Layton out with his dad in the back, and jumped into her gear to go out and play. We can see their backyard from our back door, and Rose Pink knows her limits, so we didn't really watch her too closely. We noticed that she was out of sight, and when she didn't reappear or answer when Mr. Brown called her, he went out to see if he could find her. He tromped around and saw a group of people sledding on the Wal-Mart hill. One of them was wearing a very pink snowsuit. So he came home and told me that she'd gone sledding with Layton's family.
She came home about fifteen minutes later and told us that she'd been sledding with people she didn't know. What?!? we said, more than a little startled. We thought you were out with Layton and his parents!
Oh, no, she said blithely. Layton went inside. I saw them sledding so I went over to watch them.
Her single-minded parents said, But we thought you were with Layton and his family!
No, she said. And it wasn't his next-door neighbor either. It was some people I didn't know at all.
Gulp, said her parents. Well, we're glad you had fun. Do you play with people you don't know very often?
No, she said. This is the first time.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
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