This week dawned bright and sparkly on a few inches of unexpected (at least to us) snow. These were the sights that greeted me when I stumbled out of the house on Monday morning with an old cardboard box to gather wood from our shed for the day’s fire. I’d forgotten to tuck my pants legs into my sorely misused Uggs, and would have wet, cold ankles for a bit once I got back inside, but the beautiful pink light from the morning sun coming over the dusted pines made me forget about that. The farmer’s dog hadn’t been let out yet, so our snow was still pristine, without dog footprints or other offerings.
Unfortunately this was not just a snow day, but a sick day with our toddler totally knocked out with the flu. It was almost with tears that we had to turn away the farmer’s daughter when she came to see if Little Man would like to go sledding. He, of course, said “yes!” through a fit of fevered coughing, and almost succeeded in rolling off the couch towards the door. We’ll have more chances for sledding later, once he’s fit as a fiddle again.
In the meantime, when Little Man did have enough energy to roll off the couch he decided he wanted to “decorate the floor.” He’s done smaller versions of this on the dining room and living room tables, but nothing quite to this extent before. If anyone had the audacity to walk into the living room while he was working, they were greeted with a firmly outstretched toddler hand and a croaky “don’t step on my cars!” warning. We’ll get back to practicing kind words later, but on this sick day we let the mini-artist have a bit more leeway as he looped and swirled his cars and other precious toys around the rug.
All in all, it was one of the best sick snow days I’ve had… especially since it wasn’t me being sick. Now that we’re in February, we enter the anxious waiting period for Spring. I know I can’t expect it to come too soon, but I keep waiting and plotting the things I want to plant in the garden this year. Little Man has already requested that we plant carrots for his stuffed fox and Cheezies for his stuffed bear. For some reason I think we’ll be more successful with one than the other. I’m just trying to figure out something else we can plant that will get him excited to eat things from the garden, even if it won’t produce artificially cheese-flavored snack chips like he hopes.