Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow. Wait, I Hate Snow
It snowed in the DMV the other day. Most people would consider the 1″-3″ we got a dusting. But in this region? It’s enough to cause shortages of bread, milk, and toilet paper at all area grocers. I stupidly decided to brave Sam’s Club because we actually needed milk, and it was a cluster. I could’ve sworn an old lady was about ready to beat another old lady down with her baguette over the last few jugs of milk. Traffic was absolutely terrible as there were numerous turds on the road who were driving way too slow and even more turds who were driving 10mph above the speed limit in their SUVs.
Scenes like this are why I grew to hate snow as an adult. I assumed that having kids would redeem snow days for me.
I imagined taking my kids sledding, making snowmen, and hanging them upside down like Bill Cosby did when Rudy said, “Daddy, I need to go pee,” shortly after dressing her in her snow gear.
So in December of 2009, we began to show D1 The Snowman – one of my wife’s favorite movies growing up. She loved it – probably by default since that’s the only thing we let her watch on TV at the time. She would ask me, “Appa! Can we make a snowman?!” I told her we could when it snowed.
So when they were forecasting, Snowpocalypse, I got really excited. I procured several sleds and got my daughter all kinds of winter gear. When the snow started falling, D1 and I probably spent a solid 20 minutes sitting at the window watching the snowfall. She was so excited.
When the snow stopped the next day, we got D1 bundled up – which every parent will tell you, is no small feat. She ran outside shouting, “SNOW!!! SNOW!!!” And then she stepped in it. She hated it. She had a hard time comprehending why she would fall in whenever she stepped in it. And then her glove fell off and she touched some snow with her bare hand. She began to cry and wanted to go back in.
Wanting to make the most of the 20 minutes it took to dress her, I asked her if she wanted to go sledding. Nope. She just wanted to go back in.
Fast forward to this year. D1 was excited when it began snowing the other day. She was excited to make a snowman. Once the snow stopped, we got her dressed and we ran outside.
D1: Appa! I’m going to make a snowman!
Me: Ok, sweetheart!
D1: *touches the snow, remembers that it’s cold and that she hates it* Appa! You’re going to make a snowman!
So I proceed to make a snowman. And then she starts giving me requests. “Can you make Cinderella?” “How about Pororo?” Thankfully, she doesn’t care that Cinderella and Snow White both look the same as the regular snow man.
While snow days aren’t quite what I imagined (yet), we still have memories like this:
So I say, Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! And that last jug of milk is mine old lady.
What about you? What are your favorite snow day memories with your kids so far? Would you have used a baguette or a pork tenderloin as your weapon of choice?