I’m from the mountains of Oregon where snow is just another thing that happens for a lot of the year. Nothing to get too excited about. There was ONE snow day in 12 years of school. We couldn’t even take advantage of it because the snow was so deep we literally couldn’t open the doors to our house. I think in the end my dad had to climb out an upper story window so he could shovel us out. That doesn’t really seem like something he would do, so maybe I’m remembering it wrong. I guess when you are literally snowed in you might do something out of character.
We’ve had a few snowflakes this year, but today was our BIG! SNOW! DAY! Cancel everything (except it’s Saturday, so what are we going to cancel), bundle up the kids, and go sledding! Wheeeeeeeee!!!!
Even though we don’t get a lot of snow here, we did get two huge snowstorms two years in a row, which was insane. Luckily the first year we were planning a winter trip to Sweden so I had everything we could possibly need for outdoor snow play (except a sled). Snow play is so much more fun when you are warm and snug in water proof clothing. The funniest part? I dragged that crap over the Atlantic and had no need for it in Sweden.
Ever since that year I make sure we are fully prepared for snow, even if we don’t get any. Last year we didn’t get any, but I figure it is worth it to spend a little cash on a cheap Target snowsuit and boots. I am lucky to have that luxury. If we can’t use it I can donate it (of course I save Erik’s and eventually they will fit Elsa).
Which explains why we were able to have a great snow day with a fun sled, warm clothes, and lots of giggles. Minimal crying about cold hands, feet, and legs.
The next time I’m at the store I’m buying a few more cheap disk sleds so we don’t have to share so much. At one point there were over 20 kids at Big Hill and maybe five sleds. There was a lot of sharing going on, but it would have been nice to have a few more sleds. Not that it is my responsibility to provide for the whole neighborhood, but if it means my kids get more turns on the sled I bought for them and it doesn’t hurt our family finances, why not?
Btw, you can click through the pictures to get to the Flickr set. I know you have nothing better to do than look at pictures of my precious snowflakes.
If you want to see something that I find amusing (your mileage my vary), you can click through this one:
We had a super, super bad night last night. Back in July or August we had a glorious two weeks of Elsa sleeping through the night in her own bed. GLORIOUS, I say! I thought she would be like Erik and just. . . . be done. Once he slept through the night once he was sleep trained and all was well.
Nope. She ends up in our bed most nights these days. Sometimes Mike brings her in (she does NOT want to see me in middle of the night. She slams the door in my face, screams like a banshee, throws things at me, etc. Lucky me, I don’t even have to get out of bed) and sometimes she just appears silently and the first you know about it is a foot in the spleen. It’s not good, but it is not the most terrible thing on earth.
Last night though. Yikes. Poor girl had gas (my theory) and was up at 1 am, 2 am and 3 am screaming and writhing in pain. I gave her gas drops; we bicycled her legs; massaged her tummy. Each session lasted about 20 minutes (my theory is it took that long for the gas drops to work), but what a 20 minutes! Every nano-second is a lifetime when your child is writhing in misery and nothing you do seems to help.
I’ve suffered from gas pains since I had my gallbladder out, so I can really empathize. Gas pains are excruciating. I can’t imagine being a little kid and not having a clue what it was or how to manage it. Thankfully my gas attacks are few and far between these days. I’ve had to give up onions and fried food, but it is well worth it to not suffer that kind of pain. And, of course, I always have a Costco pack of Gas-X in my medicine cabinet or suitcase! Don’t ever want to get caught without those.
I sure would like a deep fried burrito covered in enchilada sauce, chili, sour cream, onions and melted cheese. Haven’t had one in years. It would kill me dead.
Despite Elsa’s bad sleep habits, she has one VERY good habit. She’s potty trained! Can I say that now? She hasn’t had an accident in over two weeks. I never thought this kid would get trained because she’s so different from her brother. She can hold her bladder for-freakin’-ever, so I could never catch her to put her on the potty. Then we had several weeks of being naked-trained but refusing to leave the house without a diaper.
We ran out of diapers and I was terrified.
She had two nasty accidents; I told her that was yucky and she had to go in the potty, she said “ok, me go in potty now” and that was that. No more accidents. I have even stopped harassing her about it and she just goes when she needs to go. I still have to harass the seven year old.
I hope posting this doesn’t cause a major backslide. That’s why I haven’t done a dance of glee on here sooner.
Ok, time to get the boy to bed. He should be tired after a day of playing in the snow, I hope!