The first three weeks in April we had snow every Monday. There always enough accumulation for Max to use his manly snow plow. Sometimes, I think Max’s alter ego is Tim Taylor-He will stand at a window and sip coffee and ask me, “do you think there is enough snow for me to use the snow blower?” And pretty much every weekend we have at least three discussions about tools he needs to do this or that. I will say that the snowblower is so nice to have when you get 11 inches of the wet, cold stuff.
Over time there was enough snow to create a small sled hill in the back yard.
Sometimes it was a little too cold or too ice-y to play outside so in my desperation as a parent at then end of the long winter things got a little crazy. We painted. A lot. Henry chose to paint on paper while Vivien prefered herself:
We also got really creative with household items. Skirts became hats.
And the old cafeteria orange mouth was updated by Henry (or Hemmy as Vivien calls him):
We also filled the long winter days with Peek-a-boo/Hide and Seek. Henry and Vivien play by their own sets of rules. Henry is never it (he is always the one to hide). He occasionally finds some very good spots and surprises me. VIvien never quite hides. She stands only four feet from where me or Max are counting and just turns around and starts giggling when you say, “Ready or Not, Here I come.” She also loves Peek-a-boo but she can’t quite say that, instead she yells, “Boo Koo!” when she pops into view from behind a curtain or blanket.
Henry has taken a really great interest in Batman (in addition to letter writing…Zorro has returned. We are now finding not just H’s around the house but nearly all the letters to “Henry”) and is watching cartoons on Netflix and I think that is slightly altering the way he sees the world. On a recent outing to the local Quizno’s we drove by the courthouse. When Henry saw all of the cop cars Henry exclaimed, “Somebody must of robbed this place. The cops are there!”
And two minutes later we rolled into the Quizno’s parking lot and Henry asked, “Is this Gizmos?”
It is those moments that remind my that we made the right call to become parents and that we were really fucking lucky to get two of the craziest most lovable kiddos. By the way, Max argues you can use the data to make a decision. I disagree. It is a leap of faith or technically an epistemically-transformative experience.
P.S. I have been really slow to write more on my blog because of this New Yorker essay about a mommy blog. Max thought it was hilarious. So did I. But it was cause for some reflection.