Snow Days

It's cold! It's been snowing!

And I really don't like it!

Hooray for the Groundhog who did not see his shadow a few days ago.


What is it with this weather? It always seems to snow in Texas in February. I remember two years ago when we had our house for sale and an open house scheduled...what did it do? It snowed. Needless to say, no open house that day.


Beth and Parker love it....of course. Although, Parker can only take so much of it. He tags along with his sister because she insists he must come out and play in the snow. "It's not going to last long," she says impatiently, "so you better come out and enjoy it while you can."

So he obliges for a little while. Then, he starts to get cold. His face begins to turn a bright red and soon his hands follow suit, rejecting the fact that his sister's too big, pink gloves are doing their best to keep them warm.

He trys to mow the snow with his toy mower. But by now his hands are too cold to accommodate any sort of usefulness.


Then, the tears start to flow and he's had enough. In the house he comes with his bright red hands leading the way, too stiff to even take off his coat. Mom to the rescue, peeling off coat, gloves, snow drenched pants and water soaked socks. I can't even touch his hands they are so cold!

So we head for the obvious remedy...a fast run to the kitchen sink to warm up those popsicle hands in the warm running water. A quick plunge and we are doing ok...for a few seconds. Yes, you guessed it, his hands are now stinging and hurting from the blast of warm water. Luckily, that only lasts a few seconds, whew, now hands are warm and I'm not afraid of fingers falling off.



Coats, scarfs, and shoes are left by the door to dry. Cozy, warm clothes are put on. The snow day is over.

Then I hear it. "Mom, can I go back outside?", Parker asks, as the snow softly falls.

Well, maybe I do like it after all.