Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Five little snowbound kiddies jumpin' on the bed...

Did I say a snow day would be "heavenly"? What Norman Rockwell-ian hallucinogen was I smoking? Nobody under the age of 50 wants to snuggle in bed reading Robert Frost on a day off school. What was I thinking?

Note to self: Boys must move. I cannot stop them. I can only hope to contain them.

We did manage to get outside for a wee bit, until it starting raining. Then freezing. I saw what happened to "Chuck" so I didn't let the kids stay outside indefinitely. We did manage to make some disfigured snow people...

Mutated two-headed snowman.


Self help for snowman not widely embraced.

1 comment:

Melissa said...

I can relate--I was snowed in for four days with my two kids plus a niece and nephew that were staying with us while their mom was out of town. Thanks for commenting on my blog, let me know what you think of the Hurried Child if you end up reading it.