I love the snow. I love it as long as I am looking at it through my window with a glass of wine, wrapped up in a chunky sweater, a fireplace roaring, and some Barry White playing as I bounce walk around the house singing to myself. I don't own snow pants or durable gloves. I'd have to look but I'm 90% sure that I don't own a hat that actually covers my ears. It's because I'm not cool with reindeer games.
You know how when you are out in the cold and your nose starts to run? I hate that, dudes. Or how when a bit of snow finds its way between your sleeve and your glove? That makes me crazy. Or how no matter how hard you try, you will get slush on your thighs just walking to the car? That's been known to bring out my rage face. So in the winter, I am an indoor kid doing my indoor things. It's where I am happy. And not wet. But I didn't always feel this way.
I remember loving the snow as a kid. How I felt invincible flying into a soft mound of snow without bracing myself. I remember the feeling of wet clothes and icy caked mud and the musty smelling closet that kept all the winter gear. I remember snow forts and snowmen and thick snow-packed gloves. I remember pink noses and the hot-wet part of my scarf that sat in front of my mouth. I remember snow angels and hot cocoa. And moon boots. I loved my moon boots. The child me loved the snow.
So now both of our kids are snow babies and I am not. Luckily for them, they have their dad. You see, there is a little boy that lives inside of their dad. We call him Timmy and he loves the snow. Yes, I am well aware that what I just typed is a bit creepy. Ok, it's a lot creepy. Forget I mentioned it.
Moving on...
These two are lucky to have an adventurous dad. He doesn't just sit back and watch. He plays too. And watching these three through the window was just awesome. This has been a crud-acious winter filled with nose sludge and barfing and fevers. Every time it snowed, someone was sick. In fact, Plum had never played in the snow before because of it. Until yesterday. Yesterday, these lucky kids got to go outside and tear up the joint with their dad. And they had a blast.
You know how when you are out in the cold and your nose starts to run? I hate that, dudes. Or how when a bit of snow finds its way between your sleeve and your glove? That makes me crazy. Or how no matter how hard you try, you will get slush on your thighs just walking to the car? That's been known to bring out my rage face. So in the winter, I am an indoor kid doing my indoor things. It's where I am happy. And not wet. But I didn't always feel this way.
I remember loving the snow as a kid. How I felt invincible flying into a soft mound of snow without bracing myself. I remember the feeling of wet clothes and icy caked mud and the musty smelling closet that kept all the winter gear. I remember snow forts and snowmen and thick snow-packed gloves. I remember pink noses and the hot-wet part of my scarf that sat in front of my mouth. I remember snow angels and hot cocoa. And moon boots. I loved my moon boots. The child me loved the snow.
So now both of our kids are snow babies and I am not. Luckily for them, they have their dad. You see, there is a little boy that lives inside of their dad. We call him Timmy and he loves the snow. Yes, I am well aware that what I just typed is a bit creepy. Ok, it's a lot creepy. Forget I mentioned it.
Moving on...
These two are lucky to have an adventurous dad. He doesn't just sit back and watch. He plays too. And watching these three through the window was just awesome. This has been a crud-acious winter filled with nose sludge and barfing and fevers. Every time it snowed, someone was sick. In fact, Plum had never played in the snow before because of it. Until yesterday. Yesterday, these lucky kids got to go outside and tear up the joint with their dad. And they had a blast.
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And I stayed inside and made the hot cocoa. As it should be.
Recipe: Cocoa ala Plum (dairy-free)
almond milk, cocoa powder, honey and marshmallows
Recipe: Cocoa ala Plum (dairy-free)
almond milk, cocoa powder, honey and marshmallows
Did you love playing in the snow as a kid? What about now?
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