I'm going to let the pastor in the house explain that one.
Anyway, by 3:30 pm, I was out of tricks and all of our mittens were wet from trying to form the too-powdery snow into snowballs, so we went inside to warm up and inspect our supply of googly eyes and doilies for Valentine's.
They were not as interested in drawing or cutting or gluing anything when they realized they could blow the doilies across the table. It started with nostril air, but by the time they had moved the game to the floor, they realized they could RACE the doilies by blowing with their MOUTHS. Amazing, the skills.
Henry always won, of course.
I don't think Svea cared.
Today felt long, but good.
I read this poem over at wish jar and found it quite the challenge. Tomorrow, definitely tomorrow, I will start trying to love winter.
For today, thank goodness Henry and Svea invented a game I would have never come up with.
1 comment:
So much easier to love winter when there's pretty snow and icicles to look at...so hard to love it when everything is gray, gray, GRAY and 9 a.m. looks the same as 3 p.m.!
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