"Mama! Mama! It is snowing a lot! Get up!"
Those are the words that greeted my tired ears, as the little rocket we call Caitlyn blasted through our bedroom door and rocketed herself up into bed, between Jason and I.
The brilliant, white light shining through our window revealed a winter wonderland just on the other side of the chilly pane, and Jason and I we were the lucky recipients of a snow day. We puttered from the bedroom, ate a leisurely breakfast and confirmed that yes, all schools were closed for the day. As soon as the girls were done eating, we began the arduous task of dressing them for the trek outside.
Snowsuits? Check. Heavy socks? Check. Boots? Mittens? Hats? Jackets? Check. Check. Check. And check.
After the girls were dressed, Jason and I took turns layering on our own clothes, and then we all trooped down the stairs to play in the beautiful snow outside. Lorelei stared at the white stuff, touched it once, and then was perfectly content to sit, snug and cozy, in her stroller underneath a fuzzy blanket.
Caitlyn, on the other hand, was a blur. She ran (or tried to), rolled, threw snow, made snow angels and slid on the hill. We tried, without success, to make a small snowman, chased Daddy, tried to bring the cat outside (big, fat FAIL!), and turned cartwheels in the snow.
It was childlike bliss at its best.
After spending little more time outside than it took us to get ready to go outside, we headed back to the house. Jason got the girls undressed, and I made hot chocolate for all of us. We ate a picnic lunch while watching a movie, and then the girls took a nap.
It was a great, lazy, family day . . . and I loved every minute. We should have snow days more often.
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