Snow Fun

So, you might have heard about the big snowstorm that happened here, and in other parts of the country, this week.

From what I gather, it kind of fizzled elsewhere, but here, it fully delivered. A regular nor’easter, leaving behind nearly 3′ of snow once it passed.

Since we’d been forewarned and had plenty of time to prepare for it, and as we never lost electricity or heat, it was a pretty fun storm for us. The girls have never seen this much snow, especially not all at once, in their lives (that they can remember, at least – I think there might have been almost this much at either Carl’s or my folks once upon a time, a few years back when we visited. But that doesn’t count). They were out helping Carl shovel Tuesday evening, out again for more shoveling, walking, and Fox and Geese yesterday afternoon, and today I took them sledding and then tramping through the field in snow to my knees (which means Joy’s waist and Gracie’s chest) on our way back.

They love it. Gracie has hated snow from her very first winter (she was born in May). Joy adores winter, never gets cold, and would live outside if allowed, so I was expecting her to be in bliss, but Gracie has shocked me by enjoying being outside, and not once complaining that she’s cold. It’s a blizzard miracle!

Last year we took the kids sledding at Grandma’s house. The snow was covered in an icy crust, and Gracie, of course, the one whose guardian angel works overtime just to keep her in one piece, took a face plant and skidded, ending up with a bloody forehead and cheek and a black eye. She was understandably a little hesitant about sledding this year. She went down once with me, once with Joy, and then finally, when I reassured her this snow was not going to scrape her, tried it on her own. And had a great time, though she still liked going down with her sister the best.

Joy, of course, wanted to go down the part of the hill that had been carved into bumps and gullies, and loved it even when her sled took flight. We’ve got to get that girl a snow saucer.

If I’m perfectly honest, I don’t take quite the personal delight in snow, and sledding, and breaking a path through knee-deep snow, that I once did. Still, I went down the hill a couple times on my own, grumbling in a just-audible tone the entire time about why it hurts so much more now when I’ve so much more padding than I had as a kid. And at one point, waiting for the kids to catch up as we walked back, I flopped down on my back in the snow, stared up at the sky, and just breathed.

And it was good.

Baby Joy, a little over a year old. SO HAPPY TO BE IN THE SNOW.

Baby Joy, a little over a year old. SO HAPPY TO BE IN THE SNOW.

Baby Grace, about 8 months. About two seconds from screaming her desire to be inside and warm.

Baby Grace, about 8 months. About two seconds from screaming her desire to be inside and warm.

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6 thoughts on “Snow Fun

  1. Great narrative of snow adventures. And, of course, delightful to see those pictures again and remember how each girl was wadded into so much insulation that they couldn’t move!

  2. Maybe it’s something to do with those of us who were born in May, but I’m usually right on board with Grace. I like a little snow, but overall I can do without it. I thrive with sunshine and warm (not hot) temperatures. I did love sledding as a kid though. My cousin Heather and I were quite adept at it.

    I’m thrilled you guys had so much fun in the snow today. I know you’re sore but those girls will never forget playing with you in the snow.

    • I have a theory that those who experience cold weather closer to their birth endure/enjoy it more than those who experience warm weather right away. Early conditioning!

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