|Sunday night, New York was hit with a major snowstorm. It was so major that all the public schools were closed. Now, I must just make this Colorado Girl observation: Ha! Really, New York? Because in Colorado they would have told us to “Suck It Up Buttercup” and sent the children to school barefoot, facing the wind, uphill both ways etc. etc. Still. Brooklyn schools were closed and there was much, much rejoicing. I think I possibly was more excited than Roan was because I know what a snow day means: same as a sick day, but without the misery. It can be the Best Day Ever.
After Roan and I ate our second breakfast (really, these days have to revolve around food and play. This is how we achieve Best Day Ever status) we built our TV watching fort. We’re well practiced in making the fort. The fort is up in our home more often than it is down. It’s made up of every pillow in the house, a few blankets, and Roan’s Landing Pad (he has a designated Landing Pad to facilitate safe dismounts from his loft bed.) We then put on a marathon round of Woody Woodpecker cartoons and tickled, wrestled, cuddled and zoned our way through many of them.
When we reached the maximum amount of Woody Woodpecker Cartoons one should watch in one sitting, we put on our winter best and prepared for the worst. It was necessary to brave our way outdoors, and the reasons were twofold:
Our mission was dangerous but we are fierce! We accomplished it with very little resistance, returned to the fort, and played Super Swing Golf Season 2 while our cookies baked. Roan and I contemplated how many chocolate chip cookies we’d have to eat in order to consider it a “binge”. He said if he ate as many as he could, and he could feel them in his neck, that was too much. I couldn’t agree more. So, as I couldn’t feel the cookies in my neck yet we ate and ate and golfed and then went into a food coma.
|Once we spiked, crashed and then got some real food, Roan and I went to the park with the mission of building a snowman. The snow, however, was as fluffy as powder and not good for snowman building. Some other Brooklynite apparently had the same mission and gave it a go. Luckily Roan was satisfied to just add a hat to an existing (yet disappointing) snowman and we were on our way to a snowball fight. (Full disclosure: I pegged Roan square in the nose with a snowball and while I was hugging him I couldn’t help but laugh as the image of his face looking to the sky and getting splatted with the snow kept replaying. Seriously I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m laughing again as I type this. He kept asking why I was laughing and I had to say it was because I was so happy he didn’t get hurt but really my dark heart just thinks it is hysterical to peg 5-year-old boys in the face with snowballs. Must be from my childhood. Keep your boys away from me when snow is around.)|
|It got cold fast so we got home fast. With some dry clothes, coffee (me) and a steamer (him) later, we wrote stories, colored pictures and waited for Anson to get home. The day ended with more food and some family games and stories read and songs sung. I consulted the weather report with fingers crossed for another “Closed” announcement, but no dice. I’ve never been so disappointed to see such a beautiful weather forcast.|