Well, I never work on Tuesdays, so uh, it's not like really a snow day, but still. The gym daycare was closed because local schools are closed, so my awesome excellent husband went to work late so I could grab a work out. I was the only person at my gym, which was cool, too.
The other day, Harry, Jack, and I were leaving the gym, and we passed a man and his daughter coming in. Harry said by way of greeting, "Howdy cowboy. Where's your horse?" because they man always wears a giant stetson and cowboy boots. He even works out in them. His daughter? Uses the elliptical barefoot. My gym is awesome. At any given moment, there are at least 3 men there who look like MIchael Moore.
So, anyway, Harry got to play in the snow for the first time this year.
He loved eating both his shovel
and the snow
That's me somewhere under all that coat.
Ben gave Harry a wild sled ride
that ended in a frigid face plant
and the kind of tantrum that can only be fixed
with Oreos and Reese's Peanut Butter cups dunked in cocoa.
Harry only ate a couple, then he pronounced the whole thing "too chocolatey" which raises doubts about his maternity.
I turned in a crop of revisions yesterday, and today I am experiencing a small taste of what life would be like without a choking deadline hanging over my head every waking and sleeping moment of every day and every night.
I would be such an amazingly patient and fun stay-at-home mom if I wasn't writing a dissertation in my "spare" time.
Okay, back to our all day pajama party.