We had our first honest-to-g00dness snow day here in central Indiana today. Nearly a foot of snow fell between last night and this morning. It's the biggest snow we've experienced since we moved back up here (there was a bigger storm the first winter we were here, but we were conveniently at Disney World for that one).
So what do you do around here if you're snowed in? Well, you start off the day with steel-cut oats and blueberries. Sometimes you even get some in your mouth.
If you're of the slightly older persuasion, you get in a few games of Mario-Kart on the wii. Don't forget to express your extreme displeasure at whatever it is in this game that gets your knickers knotted.
Meanwhile, those of the younger persuasion should go about their daily mission of destroying the house. All 50 packets of Emergen-C scattered about kitchen? Check. Every single cupcake liner removed from carton and smushed? Check.
When the temperature hovers near 20 degrees, able-bodied members of the family should go outside and attempt to shovel the driveway. Especially since really nice retired lady who used to take pity on our laziness and shovel for us has moved away. Looking cute and refusing to wear hat or gloves is optional.
Goofing off and throwing snow at each other is also optional, but highly recommended.
Inside the warm house, someone tall enough to reach the stove should prepare something for lunch. Fried balls of cheese with marinara were served. A complete meal, really (protein, fat, grain, fat, vegetable, more fat).
Snow days are also excellent days for puzzles. Especially when the family member who eats puzzle pieces is napping.
In the afternoon it's back outside to finish the shoveling job. No snow plows for our street. No siree, we had backhoes doing the heavy lifting. And heavy dumping in our front yard. Some people might complain about a mountain of snow in their front yard, but do you know how long a toddler can watch a backhoe dump snow in their front yard? A verylong time. Thank you Mr. Backhoe Man. I'm thinking I won't be so enamored of this heap of snow in April, when it will most likely melt.
It is notoptional to dress up the toddler like Ralphie's little brother in A Christmas Story. Laughing at the poor kid, who can barely walk a straight line in street clothes, is also not optional.
"Mama, why you laughing at me? Why can't I feel my fingers? Why is your post so long? Waaahhh!!"
And that's how we spend a snow day in these parts.