when life gives you snow

Connor loves snow.  Loves.  It.  This has been true for every year of his 5 years of life.  He about looses his mind each year when the first snow comes.

The first year he sat at the window squealing with delight as the snow fell and swirled softly outside.


The next year he about beat down the door until we bundled up and went outside to play.  {note: I got the following two mixed up when I typed the years.  I'm to lazy tired busy to fix it.  ;) }



The following year - same.  There was barely anything on the ground and he had his gear on yelling from the door, "Mom!  Snow!!!!"  {again the following is 2009 - above is 2008}


His 4th experience nearly involved public nudity.  He was that excited.  Poor guy stood outside (after being properly attired) for almost 2 hrs waiting for enough snow to make Frosty)

The 5th experience was again, of course, sheer joy.  Pure joy.  Innocent joy.

This year was no different.  Except we adults are severely lacking in sleep and little man for some reason woke up at 5:20 a.m.  He looked out his window{and later told us} said "No!  It can't be!  What!  Snow!?" and immediately went downstairs.  This tired sleep deprived twitching momma had to follow to be sure he didn't run the streets in barefooted pajamas.

I found this:


As I rounded the corner he turned and, in a stage whisper, said, "moooooom!  It SNOWED!  Can I go outside, please!?!!?  It snowed!!  Look!!  Just LOOOK!"

Now even in a tired grumpiness I couldn't help but crack a smile at the sheer joy he has of something most adults loathe.  To him it's a purely magical time.

To hold him off (you're welcome neighbors) I got out this adorably 'perfect for Connor' book about a boy and his best friend, snowman (called Making a Friend) that has this repetitive line that makes this sappy sentimental momma nearly choke up every time.  "What you love will always be with you."  It's such a sweet book with simple lines and adorable illustrations.  Snowman.  My snowman.



I held him off for 3 hrs then let him loose in the yard.  Then I got over my grumpy tired self and joined him.  How could I not!?



We all worked together to put frosty together.  Little sister insisted on a complete face, with ears.
I was putting on the finishing touches when I got creamed with a snowball to the back of the neck.  So what else is there to do but return fire?



Once everyone was distracted with throwing snow I snuck back in the house and decided to surprise everyone with a hot chocolate and another forgotten winter book, There Was a Cold Lady Who Swallowed Some Snow!


Connor adores this book too.  I remember the first time reading it to him and he was so tickled to find out why the cold lady swallowed the snow.  Can you guess?

I love these kid enduced magical days.  Otherwise I fear I'd fall too far into a bah humbug "I hate snow" mentality every year.

He reminds us that when life gives you lemons snow you make ..... a snowman!!  Then afterward you drink hot cocoa and maybe later grab a sled and hit the hills.




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