Unless you live in an area where you get true winters, I mean those that chill you to the core with snow that seems to melt away 3 months later, than it's hard to grasp certain things:
1. snow is awesome. until it turns brown, causes you to get stuck or keeps you inside for days on end... which leads me to...
2. you have never experienced the term stir crazy until you have been stuck in a home for more than 24 hours. period.
3. more so if you have a very active child who though is supposed to be feeling signs of strep throat, acts as if she can run a marathon.
But with all my hemming and hawing comes the magic of winter and the memories it provides.
After two days of being home with Emma as she recovered from strep, I sat in my office, looked out and saw the most killer icicles that had formed over the past hours.
Emma loves icicles. LOVES THEM.
So I thought it would be fun to take some inside since she hasn't been able to enjoy them outside.
She took the task all in at first. I'm serious.
She sat there and planned which ones to take first, how she would need sunglasses and estimated she only had a few seconds of 'yes, got it' joy that she could allow herself before racing downstairs every time to put one in the freezer.
It was an awesome 10 minutes.
And the light during those 10 minutes?
Well yeah, then there's that...
Disclaimer: there is no feasible way I would allow Emma to do anything dangerous. Ask anyone who truly knows me I'm overprotective, borderline one of those moms who thinks if the worst can happen, it may, right now! Though it may look like she was reaching way out there, they were literally on the window pane, a mere few inches from the open window which was only opened from the top and impossible for her to fall out of...