Natasha was so excited, she could hardly stand it. I faithfully promised to keep an eye out and wake her up as soon as it started to snow. So I was up all night, and No, it did not Snow.
|Pond behind condo|
Really isn't very fierce looking But looks can be deceiving, and the fact is, the ground is slippery with rain and sleet even though little snow has made an appearance. the whole idea was a snowball fight. Tasha planned it for days. Now it didn't look like it was going to happen. Well the best laid plans of mice and men...
|And so she did.|
|Mailboxes should be good hunting places|
|Wow! Pay dirt!|
And so, off to find more. It turns out the other kids liked to eat the icicles, but Tasha wanted to save hers. they also were trying to find enough snow to make snow creme. We let the other kids have the snow, after all: we had the Icicles, didn't we?
Kids are wonderful, they can take a disappointing situation and make it better. they can take a dull day, and make it exciting. they can take a loss and turn it into a profit.
We need to be, in a lot of ways more like kids.
So about Tasha's snowball fight...
We improvised there as well. Melted icicles make pretty good ammunition in a pinch.
Keep the Faith.
Pictures are courtesy of Denise, Tasha's mom who braved the cold and the sleet so the kids could have fun outside. What a mom.