I got so much grief for not taking Z-man out to play in the first snow of his life. Or the second. Or the third. It is so much work to put on all that gear. Boots never go on quite right. Sweat is pouring down your face by the time you are all suited up. And as soon as you get out, you are wet and cold and want to come back in. Uhhh.
I finally took my guy out and minus the wrestle with his boots, he loved it. And I loved it. We played with dump trucks in the snow, sledded down our front yard, and ate icicles to our hearts` content. (Gross, I know.)
I was actually quite bummed when the next snow, a perfect, fluffy snow, came while Z-man had strep throat. House-bound. Sick. Grumpy. That's a long day to stay inside. Then my sister suggested I bring the snow inside. Genius. A tub full of snow, some utencils, Tupperware, and a pot and we "cook"ed the day away. At the end, we turned on the hot water and tried to melt all the chunks with the shower house. Not as fun as sledding, but it was a pretty good substitute!
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