Southern Snow

January 18th, 2018

Tuesday night was filled with childlike anticipation. Pajamas were adorned inside out and tiny faces peered out window sills for signs of winter’s gift to southern children. A couple of weeks ago, I jokingly mentioned to my husband that it seemed to always snow on my father’s birthday. This January 17th, was no exception. My father passed away almost 5 years ago from brain cancer and this time of year can be hard. It has been made easier with the birth of my middle daughter, born on January 16th, who bears a striking resemblance to my dad in character and looks, not to mention her signature strawberry-blonde hair. 

When we awoke at 8:00 am on Wednesday morning, the snow had just begun to fall. I laid in my bed with my “baby” and watched it, until her sisters came running in to see if anything had happened while they were sleeping. At this time the flakes became larger and you could visibly see it sticking to the tops of houses. My children squealed in delight and definitely noted more than once that Pop must have sent it for a birthday gift. 

My husband had already left for work, so it was left up to me to get all the girls ready to go venture out into our wonderland. We started the process at 9:22 am. I specially made the two oldest go to the bathroom before dawning all their layers, and put a fresh diaper on my baby. When we were 90 percent dressed and ready, I smelled it… I immediately looked at my baby and asked if she had pooped. She said no and sheepishly ran away from me, which of course means yes. As I began peeling back the layers, I not only smelled it, but could see it. Explosive diarrhea. *Side note: as this is happening my oldest is standing there gagging* 


11:00 am: After I changed and newly clothed my child again, we made our way outside.

Round 1: Two out of three of my children LOVED the snow. This is their first real snowfall that amounted to anything. Our “dusting” was 3+inches. This is the most snow I’ve seen since we’ve moved from TN. My youngest hates nature and snow was no exception. She stood there not wanting to walk and yelling “stuck” and “all done” the entire time. 

Round 2: My husband came home from work early and took the two oldest girls out sledding! The had a ball. I bribed my baby (she’s almost two, so don’t freak out) with a piece of gum to get her to go back outside. I did have to carry her the entire time. After this, I made the girls hot chocolate with marshmallows and a breakfast casserole with grits and biscuits for dinner. 

 that smile you get, when your mama gives you gum!

Round 3: The baby and I skipped this. We opted for a warm shower, and snuggling in my bed to read Stick Man. My husband took the two older ones back out for some night time sledding, in which they stayed out way past their usual bedtime. There is something so magical about snowfall to children. Watching it through their eyes for the first time and their expressions of pure joy. I think I shall always love snowfall and the quiet patters of it landing gently upon the ground.

the first time my Bean Boots have seen snow!