We are in the grips of an exceptionally week in the freezer, which is not entirely unwelcome by Team Anonimum despite meaning the house feels like an igloo. I find out that across the bridge there are a number of igloos in which the students are sleeping to raise money for charity. Good luck to them. Mayhaps we should get sponsorship for this week in the cottage then??
I woke up on Friday to a text from work announcing a snow day and the garden covered in at least 10cms of shiny white. It was very possible I was more excited than Laurie who kept insisting it was Christmas day and went rushing around looking for Father Christmas.
After about 10 mins of breakfasting and about 1 hr of suitable hat, gloves, coat, boot finding, we were outside making snow angels and Laurie was doing seat drops where the lawn should have been. In my usual inept style of being woefully unprepared for life, I seemed to be the only Mum going who had not purchased a sledge so we launched into a bit of a 'Blue Peter' moment to find suitable alternatives. After trying the tray and change mat (surprisingly effective), the Cottage Washing Basket Cresta Run 2013 championships were soon underway, proving shoving your three year old down a small incline in a plastic box is an amazingly cathartic exerience after a day of winging.
Mol was less keen on her first real taste of the white stuff and made her feelings very clear on Saturday as we took the Cresta Run out to the local sledging hill, by screaming at me from the backpack the entire long and slippy walk home. She did however find it very amusing to watch her parents get covered in snow balls and was quite keen on the snow cat her brother made for her. Long may such touching displays of sibling love last!
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