Snow Day

It snowed yesterday.  To borrow from Eva’s vocabulary:

I don’t love the snow.  I grew up in the snow and I honestly didn’t mind it until I became an adult and realized that snow sucks.  I’ve frozen my tongue to a flag pole, I’ve built snowmen and had snowball fights, I’ve sledded and skated down the street in my church shoes.  I’m done with snow.

But Eva is not.  Eva was so excited to see snow that she pulled up the blinds and sat by the window to watch it fall.  I desperately didn’t want to go outside but seeing my little baby gazing optimistically out the window yanked at my heart.  So I paraded into Michael’s office and told him he needed to build a snowman with his daughter.   He gave me some flimsy excuses about “being on the clock,” and “having to get his work done,” and “you’ll get out of my office if you know what’s good for you, woman.”  So I paraded right back out of his office and I volunteered to take Eva outside to build a snowman.  That’s how much I love my girl. 

Once I was into the groove, it was sort of fun.  (Minus my freezing cold hands.  Minus that I couldn’t bend over very well because my snow pants are tight.  Minus the pile of squishy dog poo I stepped in.)

But…we built a cute little fella

Then we had hot chocolate

And tie-dyed an apron

And made cinnamon rolls

Maybe a snow day ain’t so bad after all. 

But only one snow day.  No more.