Last Saturday, I took four young children on a plane and traveled across the country to visit my family on the East Coast. Yes, that was as harrowing and horrible as it sounds. But that’s a story for another time.
The awesome thing is that my California born and bred children and I arrived just after a great snow storm. The kids have never seen snow and so this has been a very fun week for us! All of our outdoor hours have been spent in exploring the snow- it’s sight and smell and sound and taste and feel.
On our first full day on the East Coast, we donned a bunch of borrowed snow gear and headed out to my mom’s back yard.
That first day in the snow was an absolute blast. We stomped in the crunchy snow, had snow fights, built a snowman, and made actual snow angels (no sand angels this time- winter fun truly achieved!) and built a snowman. We also all rolled down the hill a few times too. It was fun, but wow, was I ever dizzy.
The next day the kids were so excited to head outside again. We found big chunks of snow and they started throwing them and it was a really good thing that they had such bad aim. Those chunks of snow were hard.
To distract them and get them to stop throwing ice chunks at me and each other, I got out the cardboard box again to see if we would have better success in sliding down the hill than we had the day before.
It totally worked. And it was so fun. I joined right in with the kids flying down the hill and then running back up to do it again.
After awhile we were tired, so we wandered around the yard looking at the way the snow glistened and sparkled, the way it was stacked up on the edge of the road and feeling how deep it was when our boots sank into it. We wrote letters and messages in the snow and when we talked about what snow was made of, X-man decided to taste it. He then exclaimed, “I didn’t know that snow was so tasty! This is like a treat!” For the next few days, all that kid wanted for dessert was snowballs.
Princess K then decided that her hands were cold and she was done with playing in the snow for the day. She went inside for snack and hot cocoa with Grandma and X-man and I went back to sliding down the hill and playing in the snow. I used some snowy ice chunks to build myself a snow wall that I called my Ice Castle. X-man, in true little boy fashion, saw a snow structure and decided to take it down.
The next day, the snow was beginning to melt. Now the other kids were more willing to join us outside, though only barely. More snowball fights and stomping in snow ensued. X-man came up with a brilliant game called “Let’s throw snowballs at the wall and see how high we can get them.” Honestly, for a 6 year old, the height was impressive.
I’m pretty sure that I think that all this fun in the snow and of course the time with my family has made up for that plane trip. Almost.