OK, so that is a little lame. But, what else should we call this transitional time of year when it's the last few weeks of Fall but it sure feels like Winter? It's the time of year we know that any morning we could wake up with snow on the ground despite what our well intending weather people might tell us the night before. Our cars frost over just about every night, making them sparkle in the street lights. It brings to mind scenes of toasty fires, hot chocolate, and children snuggled up warmly with Mom in a chair listening to The Night Before Christmas.
The reality is that even if there is only a flake or two of snow on the ground the children wake up ready to rush outside and build snowmen. There's wet boots, coats, gloves, scarves, etc etc ad nausium. Red runny noses with rosy cheeks and blue lips who protest that they're not cold. Well wishing mothers who know that their children would love for them to join them in the fun, but they'd rather stay inside with the heat blowing on their already numb toes.
|"Milk Pods" Nov. 5th|
|"Milk Pods" Nov. 20th|
|Those same trees in Sept.|
|Trees 2 weeks ago|
|Snow ... cold white snow ...|
|Making snow angels|
|Bundled up and|
wishing for spring
I know that soon we'll all be trudging out of doors, bundled from head to toe, to build wonderful snow creations. To make those snow angles. We'll get white washed, have snow ball fights, and generally have fun. We'll also come back inside to large quantities of hot chocolate, dry robes, and slippers.
Outdoor time total for this week: 5.75 hours
Total, year to date, outdoor time: 136.25 hours
For information about the 1000 Hours Outside Challenge (of which I take part), how to go out in nearly all weather, and support for us Winter dreaders ... please check out 1000 Hours Outside. I cannot say enough about all of the wonderful ladies there who are willing to inspire us daily to get outside with our kids.
Over the next week or so there will be a couple of things that will only be shared (here) on our Facebook page. So, if you haven't already, come on by and check us out.
**Confession: This post was written inside my nice warm house, with hot coffee at my elbow, slippers on my feet, and a wince on my face every time that cold wind blew past my window.**