Saturday, January 7th, 2017 at 11:22 am
Being a military family, we’ve been stationed all over the United States. We’ve lived on both coasts, in the northwest, the southeast, New England (GO PATS!), and now we’re in northwest Florida. We’ve lived in Florida for 8 1/2 years now and this is the only place half of my children remember as being home so even though I’ve done my fair share of shoveling snow-covered driveways, starting the car to defrost a half hour before we have to go anywhere, thawing the tiny fingers and toes of children while they sip crock-pot cocoa, saying no for the tenth time to the 4 year old who is begging to go outside to make tunnels and snow forts even though he’s wearing a full leg cast after breaking his leg sledding, most of my kids have spent the bulk of their lifetimes living it up in sunny beach weather.
So I wasn’t surprised when Sam came running inside this morning with some sheets of glassy ice, completely amazed that everything had frozen overnight.
Mom, look! This is amazing!
There was one piece where there was a bee frozen inside but it broke and the bee was no longer encased before we could get a picture. Lucy(5) came back inside after about 2 minutes ripping her fuzzy gray jacket off proclaiming with irritation, this jacket is NOT KEEPING ME WARM!
I replied with, You might want to think about wearing shoes if you plan to go back outside.
Because she was barefoot.
And Maggie(3) wore her warm boots like she was told and promptly lost them somewhere out in the backyard.
My kids definitely don’t know how to do winter.
In related news, it snowed briefly last night somewhere in our town. Joe saw the heavy flurries while he was at the gym but we didn’t see anything here at the house.
The frigid temps aren’t here for long, though. It should be back up in the 70’s by the end of the week and I am definitely looking forward to that.
Wednesday, November 9th, 2016 at 10:11 pm
I am constantly telling my kids to go outside and play, to which they usually huff respectfully and then head out front and have a really good time. I know they are having a good time because we no longer have grass growing in a large section of the front yard.
Yards without kids having fun don’t look like this.
I don’t understand why they so often resist the out-of-doors because if they look bored I usually give them a chore or a list of jobs or a baby to hold, though that last one kind of backfires on me because they often argue over who gets to play with Lanie.
I think it’s important for kids to play outside. And often. Numerous times a day even. I think it’s important for them to make up new games and argue over rules and learn to work together.
I think it’s important for them to wrestle and race and contemplate whether or not they can throw a ball over the house and what is Mom going to say when we tell her the football is on the roof?
I think it’s important for them to get dirty and sweaty and scrape up their knees.
I also think it’s important that they take a shower when they come inside because have you ever smelled boy-sweat times five?
Right now there is civil unrest in many parts of our country, mostly from our younger generation, and I feel like maybe they were never been told to go play outside.
Sunday, January 19th, 2014 at 6:49 pm
Sam: Mom, if I have enough for sodas and cheeseburgers I’m going to buy everybody a toy.
Me: You’re buying toys if you have enough money for sodas and cheeseburgers?
Sam: Um… Yes.
Rabbit: Everybody gets toys?
Sam: And sodas and cheeseburgers.
Rabbit: You should run for president.
Kait: No. You should run for Oprah. You get a toy, and you get a toy, and you get a toy… YOU ALL GET TOYS!
Kait: SAM FOR OPRAH!
Friday, July 19th, 2013 at 12:17 pm
Sam (6): Kait, you are almost fully tan. You have some white lines on your back. That is not racist.
And this is why we love Sam so much around here.