We didn't get any introduction to winter this year. Just 8 inches of snow and subzero temps one Monday morning.
The kids were amazed, as they are every year, at the fresh fallen snow covering their yard. Even Ruby was speechless, or should I say screechless.
Tucker had to borrow Avery's glasses to see better. He is off to the eye doctor later this week.
This time of year is also a favorite time of year for wives as their husbands leave for a few days under the guise of "putting food on the table". And then the wives, if they are ever so lucky, are left with a freezer full of venison to try to incorporate into meals. If they are especially lucky, they get buck meat that tastes just splendid. And then the poor husbands have to sleep for about a day to make up for lost sleep while hunting and gathering for food because they are so incredibly exhausted. And their feet and hands are frostbitten and their noses are running and they can barely stand up straight and the wives wonder why in the world the husbands insist on going out every year to hunt when Costco is only about 20 miles away?
Winter is especially joyful for mothers of large families. And small families too, I guess. All the germs that the children have collected from school, Walmart shopping cart handles, a random railing they decided to lick on their way into the library and the cold bus windows sit and fester in our homes. And it goes from child to child to child and occasionally parent to parent. And they get better and go back to school and bring home something new to share with the rest of the family. Sharing is caring.
Wintertime is also a joyful season for the children who are too cold to play outside, too bored to play inside and too tired to do chores. Winter boredom sets in and children are left to their imagination and not much else.
But winter also means lots of snuggles with fat little babies in cozy pajamas.
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