Mama-Come-Lately

A few days ago it snowed enough that all of the schools were closed; ours called it the night before. The Boo woke up in a winter wonderland, free of obligations. He was outside by 6:30, clearing off the patio furniture (I’m as mystified as you are) and hauling a sled around (we don’t have much of a hill).

He kept asking me to come out and have a snowball fight with him, but there were two issues with that. We were having new windows put in (snow is not a problem; rain would have been), and I’m nursing a foot tendon injury back to full functionality. Traipsing about in the snow is not what the physical therapist ordered.

I told The Boo that I was working (true) and needed to stay inside to be available for the installation crew (less true), but would play with him after they left. He split his time evenly between being outside and playing Mario Kart in the basement, and was reasonably patient. We sat down for lunch and made plans for our big battle, and the window crew finished up shortly after that.

The snow was wet and heavy — perfect for snowmen and snowballs, as long as they weren’t packed too hard or thrown too forcefully. We hurled globs of snow at each other, laughed a lot, played a bit of snow baseball, and went in.

All in all, a perfect day.