Ezra: “What is Pearl Jam?” (Ezra always mixes up who and what)
Me: “A great rock band. I will put on a song for you. It’s called Even Flow.”
Ezra starts stomping his foot liking the music.
Ezra: “Dad! This song is great but you know what we need to make it more rocking? We need, we need…”
Me: (in my head) “a guitar?”
Ezra: “My flute!”
Last night there was a sprinkling of snow on the ground. This morning I’m looking at a foot of it and there’s no end in sight. Well, maybe after lunch.
I secretly love days like these days for one reason. I feel like I’m on an Arctic expedition when I load up the kids into the sled with our supplies (backpacks) and blankets. It’s an adventure.
When I reach the halfway point between our house and the school my legs are ready to give out and my heart is about to re-enact the chestburster scene from Alien. But man, it makes me feel alive!
It’s ridiculous. The kids are heavy, they are tipping all over the place as I try to navigate a narrow path where a car tried to go down the road and we follow their tracks. There is laughter, there is singing, there is me collapsing for a few minutes and convincing Sierra to get out and walk the rest of the way.
It’s a fun time. Plus all this snow gets rid of all that ice that I hate so much.
