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Sunday, February 10, 2013

Snow Lessons in Slowing Down



A snowstorm brings playful creativity and lots of vitamin D for you and the kiddies.


Ever notice how a snowstorm gets us to slow down? Peel back the inconvenience of it all and you'll find a gem you can share with the kids. Snowstorms invite us to stay in our pajamas, watch old movies, read a book or even play a game.

Even if you have to rally to action stations because of the storm you can do it together. Maybe you all go out together and shovel the drive or the walk, and explain to the kids how they are part of being the Big Family Help. I have memories of doing this when I was little and there is something really powerful about working together toward one goal. 

When the weather stops our regular routine, it is proof that life is not going to crumble if we veer away from all the plans and schedules. It is also a poignant reminder of how quickly time is moving - at lightning speed as a matter of fact– and though it sometimes feels like it, the kids are not going to stay little forever.  Stop and study an intricate snowflake.

Take some time to curl up by the fire, unfold some blankets and build a fort in the living room together, or just watch the snow come down and write poetry about it or draw pictures or tell silly snowy stories, but make it magical and playful when the regular things have to come to a pleasing pause and...breathe with your child, check in with your little person. To a kid there's nothing quite as fantastic as crawling under the canopy of a blanketed hide-a-way with you for some special one-on-one.

Now that there's no school bus to catch, no lunches to pack, and you won't be loading little ones into the car to drive them to daycare to drop them off in time, or rushing out to work yourself, think about all those things that you might do together to turn the day into creative fun. Pull out the cookbook,  or go online and find a recipe, pre-heat the oven, give a yummy lesson in chemistry and measurement and bake some cookies, (let your child complete all the steps - trust me they will love this very tactile and hands on activity) make a mess in the kitchen, and when the cookies are baking, fill the sink with bubbles and let the kids help you wash the dishes. Put on some music! Have a tea party and invite all the stuffed animals and the dolls and the lego people, crank up the music and dance to Jabula world music or Mozart or ACDC, (empty oatmeal containers make great drums) but have fun, your sense of creativity and joy will be catchy. 

And when the storm winds down,  bundle up and go out into the snow together and play – play like a kid yourself - build a fort, have a snowball fight, make snow angels and a snow man or lady or a snow dog!  Feel young again, catch some vitamin D and get some exercise, and remember it is one way to hold onto those moments for just a little bit longer - until the next snow day - yay!

Don't forget to take some pictures.

Good Luck!! Good Parenting!! And thank you for reading - pass it on.

Bon :)



Son-in-law, Doug and Robert

Son-in-law, Doug and  Robert
Reading, Writing, Arithmetic

Daughter-in-law, Mich,Steve,& Collin

Daughter-in-law, Mich,Steve,& Collin
Family Hike

Mom and Daughter Nat

Mom and Daughter Nat
Mom and Future Mom

Jillian and Sean w/ Molly

Jillian and Sean w/ Molly
Group Hug

Excerpt from Growing Up Crazy by Bonnie J.Toomey

Freeze Pops



Winter 1972







There’s ice on my bedroom window in little cornered crescents. It’s still dark out, but it is time to get up for school anyway which I happen to like a lot.



I wriggle out of my pajamas and pull on a hand me down sweater and jeans from my aunt who works as a nurse in Boston. She was always giving us bags of clothes which I would pull apart and alter to fit my style and size. This gave my wardrobe an eccentric and eclectic look all its own which I thought was quite individual and even artsy.



I hated to leave the warmth under the pile of blankets and old coats I had layered on for extra insulation at night. It could get pretty cold upstairs this time of year, and the transition from clothes to no clothes to clothes again was a little unpleasant in the wintertime. There’s never been heat up here, Dad didn’t put it in, but instead cut a hole in the floor the size of a wood stove chimney pipe to let whatever heat rise up from our wood stove down in the kitchen.



“Heat rises,” was how Dad explained it to us. I kept thinking, well maybe it does, but I sure can’t feel it up here.



It is colder than usual this morning. My fingers don’t work as quickly as I want them to. I head downstairs where mom and dad are hunkered under some blankets on the couch which they must have dragged in front of the fireplace during the night. They’re still sleeping. Dad’s head at one end of the couch and mom curled up at the other end.



I grab my bag and step outside into the ice cold morning and my nostrils form tiny icy needles on the first breath in sticking together like metallic glue. Luckily, the bus arrives in less than a minute but long enough to finish turning my toes in my sneakers into ten freeze pops.



I slide in next to Claire careful not to break off any digits.



“Vaugn, you look really cold,” she says, very concerned. The newscaster on the bus radio says that it’s five degrees this morning over central New England, and that it warmed up from the overnight low of zero.



I explain that I think our furnace broke again and she offers me her mittens with the fancy rabbit fur cuffs.



“Thanks, Claire,” I say, and between her offering and the noisy over head heater blowing puffs of warmth into the air, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.



Excerpt from Leaf Landing by Bonnie J. Toomey

French Lesson







French is not the easiest class to miss.



I missed almost two weeks straight



after Mom died



and a lot of other days before that



and now I am really behind.



Mom wanted me to take French



because she thought it would help



in ballet class.



Dad lost a couple of bids.



He says people are losing



their jobs,



the economy is bad



The TV keeps warning



unemployment is up,



gas prices are up



and people are fed up.



I don’t know why Dad



has to watch



it only makes him



yell at the TV



Dad says we need to conserve more than we have been



now the house feels cooler.



When I complain,



Dad says



to go outside and come back in ,



then I’ll feel warmer.



Harriet and I spend our time bundled in



an extra layer of clothes



or dragging an afghan around



like giant moths in cocoons.



We are out of butter again.



Dad says



to try using peanut butter.



Well, isn’t the word,



butter,



in it?



Harriett won’t eat her toast



and it just sits on the plate



getting cold



like the floors



in this house



and suddenly the one phrase



in French,



“It is cold.” comes back to me:



“Il fait froid,



la maison est fait froide."