I have to admit, I am a bit of a baby when it comes to playing outside in the cold, and in the snow. It just isn't fun to me... hasn't been since I was like 10. When Ben was home, I would have him take the boys out to play. Let the guys get cold, wet and covered in snow. Me? I just want to curl up with a cup of coca and watch a movie.
But when you take someone very important out of the equation, Ben, that leaves me to be the snow hero, and take them out. So I have been putting it off since the first snow. I find every excuse to rationalize my choice to keep us in: Nephi has a runny nose, I have a headache or a cold, Sammy might have swine flu... the list goes on.
Yesterday, I finally forked out the bucks to get the kids some snow boots, and this morning I bucked up and let them outside. Fully determined just to sit on the porch and read, I bundled up and plopped down to keep warm. But I couldn't help but watch the boys as the curiously explored the snow creations that other families had made.
The snow fort was pretty cool:And the snowman was freaking huge!I felt something boiling up inside, as I watched my boys look on in wonder... My firstborn, red competitive personality started to emerge from deep within... oh, oh!
I flew out of my seat and called to the boys: "Come on, guys!! I am going to show you how to make one!!" Take that neighbors!
Taking it into account that I haven't made a snowman for at least 18 years, it took me a few minutes of staring at the snow to remember how to start one.
Hmmm.... I think I make a little snowball and start rolling it. Yeah, that's working... just roll it around. This isn't too hard...
Ball gets bigger.
Okay, now it's getting a little tough. Come on, Cat, be a woman! Buck up! Keep it rolling! Oh, that hurts... do I seriously have a muscle there? Oh, my gosh, I think it's cramping!
"Sam, get over here and help!"
"Don't just stand there, help me roll it!"
"You are NO help, whatsoever!"
"Nevermind, this is as good as any place for our snowman." At least you could see it from our window. Man, I am sweating! Let me take my hat and coat off for level two of the snowman...
Okay, let me stretch a little... awww, that feels better. Okay, lets start rolling ball numero 2.
MWAHAHAH.... I made the biggest, badest Snowman ever!!Just kidding.
It was actually a little pathetic...
So much for my perfessional snowman making skills. Each of the balls got A LOT smaller than the last... I was wearing out big time. Oh, well. At least the kids thought I was pretty awesome. Mostly because our snowman, had a hat! Neener, neener!Oddly enough, it turned out my kids weren't interested in building snowmen. They didn't even want to throw snowballs. I threw one at Sam, and he looked at me like I was Santa taking his toys back! All they wanted to do was to shovel the snow. Figures...