there's No day like a Snow day

The official record will show only a little over 6 inches, however in our yard it was much more like seven or eight inches of snow. Regardless of the details, all metrics indicated that the snow fall of late Monday and early Tuesday warranted a snow day for both Sophia and me (as well as countless others). While my work day was called off Monday night, Sophia's anticipation dragged out until the early morning hours before her snow day was proclaimed. I recall my own youth, listening to the radio in the dinning room for the school closing updates every fifteen minutes and inevitably missing the alphabetized schools because of someone talking. That has all changed as now you just pull up the local media website and find your school, or as Lisa did just sign up to have the TV station email you if your school is closed. At any rate Merrick, Sophia and I had a day in the snow. Our actual outdoor time is limited due to Merrick's unwillingness to recognize the benefit of wearing mittens, but we still got a couple of hour long romps in the wonderland that was our backyard. I even convinced Sophia to take a break from working on her multi-colored snow mound to shovel out the back of my truck. Merrick eventually gave up on getting the shovel to himself and became content to push his dump truck around and carry his hockey stick around and continually show it to me, just in case I forgot about his new prized posession. He has also taken to wearing his hockey helment when ever a game is on the TV--this is the old white hockey helmet that must be about 40 years old. We did occupy our inside time with naps and baking bannanna bread. You will notice in th pictures that even though it is after eleven Merrick is still in his pajamas. Lisa was not impressed with my fatherly fashion decision to keep Merrick in PJ's all day--I however thought it was great for napping and when outside he was covered by his jacket and bibs. After I had both kids using Crisco and flour to prepare the bread pans I didn't really see any reason to change him into a new clothes for the rest of the day. We shoveled, we ate, we napped--It was a great snow day. I just don't understand why snow days always caused so much parental stress when I was young--I think it was mark that lost the key in the snow :-)