Scraping Snowballs

So yesterday the boys got to play in snow for the first time ever. First, after I'd put Jarom down for a nap, I took Keahi outside for a quick run in the sprinking drift of wet snow/rain. He shrieked with delight and wanted to keep playing forever. After going back inside and supposedly having quiet reading time, he kept running out to update me on the progress of the snow and was pretty disappointed when it finally stopped.

(Keahi catching snowflakes on his tongue.)

Luckily, after dinner it started snowing more steadily and we got to get dressed up in snow gear (Keahi had insisted on full snow pants and jacket for the earlier snow/rain sprinkle as well) and throw snowballs at each other. I can't describe how thoroughly the boys enjoyed themselves. Without mittens their hands must have been freezing but neither complained or wanted to get back inside. There was only a thin layer on the cars, but it was enough to have a pretty satisfying snow party. We only managed to drag them back inside with promises of hot cocoa. A perfect ending to a very, very busy day.

Here Comes Santa Claus

Up until a couple of weeks ago, Keahi firmly believed that Santa was made up. He said it was just a pretend person and I had to have several talks with him about not outing Santa with his friends. Then, suddenly, he came home from school announcing that Santa was real. Astonished, I began asking him questions about his sudden 180.

"So, you changed your mind about Santa?"
"No.....um, yeah." He looked at me with these bright, hopeful eyes, begging me to tell him that a jolly elderly man would be bringing him extra gifts this year. As we talked more about what he thought about Santa, his opinion seemed to solidify as he came up with an answer for each confusing detail.

According to Keahi:
-Santa's sleigh is magical so he can get all the way around the world (and Keahi knows a bit more about geography and distance than the average 4 year old, having learned all about continents, countries, etc and having been on many, many, many airplanes), including to the scientists who live in Antarctica. It goes really fast....but slower than a space shuttle since that's the fastest way to travel.
-Santa comes down chimneys and is always careful to avoid lit fires by bracing his legs against the inner walls of the chimney. He had trouble with how Santa gets UP the chimney though. I've only read him Twas the Night.... after this discussion and I'm not sure he caught the whole touching the side of his nose thing. Though I think he'd question that. Better to believe it's something to do with magic. That apparently covers everything.
-When there's no chimney, he comes through the door, of course. And I'm supposed to let him in to our apartment.
-But since I said I'd be asleep, Santa has a master key that opens up all the doors in the world. Hmmm, there's a scary thought.

Oh, and a talk with his friend Jada who told him you have to be good to get presents totally baffled Keahi who does not know the Santa Claus is Coming to Town song--the best part of the lore for parents. He told her he was going to be sleeping so how was he supposed to be good.

This past Monday when we had FHE and I asked Keahi what was the greatest gift Jesus gave us, he jumped up and shouted, "Santa!"

My smart little boy who questions everything and never believed in magic has jumped on the Santa wagon. Poor Iz might have a heart attack. So when we go to Tammy's house this week and Keilani gets gifts from Santa I guess we'll have to give him one as well or he'll wonder if he's being punished. Great. One more thing to do.

The First Snow of 2008

On Saturday, December 6, 2008 at 10pm we here in Park Slope had our first snow. It was just a sprinkle but it was enough to coat the tops of the cars and throw a few snowballs and induce a winter glow--okay, to be honest it was more like giddy exuberance--in my heart. It was magical to watch the tiny white specks float down on us and scoop it up to throw at each other like kids. I imagine a few of our neighbors were shaking their heads at the middle aged (yikes!) couple frolicking in the tiniest powdering of snow. But I don't care because it was worth it to throw a jacket and scarf on over my pajamas to enjoy our late night adventure. Seriously, I love this whole changing of seasons thing. I love Hawaii. It's beautiful. But the more I live elsewhere the more I discover so many other kinds of beautiful. Tall, naked trees, stripped of their autumn brilliance against a dark sky with snow drifting down definitely makes my top ten. I almost got the kids up to see it, we were that excited. But, the thought of cranky kids in the morning and trying to get them back to bed after waking them up to smother them in jackets and pushing them out into the cold night stopped the errant idea. But after we told Keahi about it in the morning he's even more anxious to see it for himself. I don't particularly want a ton of snow all winter, but I'm crossing my fingers for one good storm to cover us up once. I just really want one white Christmas to remember back in the rainy greenness of paradise.
(First snowball thrown by Iz.)

(My first snowball.)


(We're really smashing snowballs into the air--but it sure looks as if it's snowing hard.)

(This is what it really looked like.)

O Christmas Tree!

The Saturday after Thanksgiving, our family loaded up into a zipcar and headed north to find the perfect Christmas tree. I had looked around at different farms and settled on the one that offered a free breakfast--of course. Two hours later in beautiful Duchess County we arrived at Bilmar Nurseries. We were welcomed into the warm Christmas Shop and greeted by the friendly dog who begged for a bite of our breakfast--which included huge waffles and OJ. Then we climbed into the hay wagon for a ride to the tree fields. I'm kicking myself that I didn't take pictures of any of the previous details--especially the 3 old fashioned fire engines that also carried people to the fields. One was dalmation patterned. So fun.

But at least I did get pictures of our family picking out our first tree and cutting it down. At first, Keahi was dead set on one particular tree at the bottom of the hill. He even tried to guard it from poachers while Iz headed up the hill to look for more possibilities. He cried out to us as we ventured farther into the field, "Stop! Someone might take my tree! Or you'll forget where it is!" But with some coaxing we gave him a choice between 2 more suitable ones and he picked this beauty. A lush, healthy 7 footer of a perfect specimen. He even got to help cut it down and the boys tried to help drag it back to the wagon. It survived being dragged and tied to our car (being driven at about 90mph or so) and into our apartment unscathed. We even found a bird's nest nestled in the branches. Presto! Instant table centerpiece.



Since we spent so much on the tree itself (mostly it was the rental car cost), we had to go cheap on decorations. So paper ornaments--including the star made of wrapping paper, 1 box of silver balls, and popcorn/cranberry strings which Keahi helped make and Jarom helped eat off the tree completed our first real tree. I think it and our suji wire mantle for the stockings turned out pretty well. I'm definitely feeling the holiday spirit.

Happy Thanksgiving

Now I know it's already December but there are a few November things to cover including Turkey Day. We were going to go to the Johnston's house in New Jersey for dinner but things got more complicated what with the terrorist threats against Penn station and the extra 2 hours to get there on top of the 45 min to the parade. I felt torn over the threats because my first reaction was What? how is it that someone from NJ had to call and tell me about it and I hadn't heard about it from anyone here. But then after watching several clips about it and seeing the multitude of AK toting men in uniform sweeping the station, I reconsidered. I mean, how stupid would I feel if I ignored it all and then a bomb did blow up the station while I was there. Assuming, of course, that I and my family were all still alive to feel stupid about it. So at the last minute (about 10pm the night before) we canceled on our friends. Now what to do.

Luckily the local market is open till midnight so a quick trip later we had the fixings for a pseudo turkey dinner--the largest chicken in the store. We had rosemary lemon chicken with garlic mashed potatoes and roasted carrots. And Iz made a wonderful pumpkin roll for dessert. Not bad for a last minute meal.



I also found online a fun template for pilgrim hats. I think the boys look adorable. Then a few days ago as part of our advent calendar scripture/activity the boys made a list of things they're grateful for. Keahi's first thought was Derek and Carson. His family came in second. I guess I should be grateful to be included at all. Watching shows made both boys' lists, of course. And Keahi insisted on pink paper which meant that Jarom's had to be pink as well. Who are these boys who like pink when their mother had an abosolute horror of the color as a kid.



But I skipped right past the New York milestone. We got up early and took the train to Manhattan to see the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. Within five minutes I'd filled my quota for crowds for the next year, but even though we were way in the back we got to see lots of massive balloons and only slightly smaller floats. We lasted about half an hour before fighting the crowds to get back to home sweet home. But it was a great experience and one we wouldn't have missed for the world--unless, of course, the terrorists had blown up Columbus Circle station. That would have complicated things.