Cold Spell

So right after having 50 degree weather, we got a late season snow storm on Monday. Tons of school were even closed. Including Keahi's, whcih I didn't discover until after getting the kids ready and out the door and realizing that there was no crowd on the sidewalk as usual and then seeing the lack of footprints from the gate to the building and then finally when we watched a lone mom and daughter try the locked door. But the kids still had a blast making snow angels on the basketball court and stumbling about in the snowdrifts. Later after Iz got home, we packed up some hotdogs and went to the park for our second sledding trip. This time the place was packed with tiny toddlers up to grandparents and every age in between. It was awesome. Jarom was quickly tapped out but he regained his enthusiam toward the end when he saw Keahi come down on daddy's back. And he loved wandering about by himself and eating as much snow as he could get away with. Keahi's one solo run didn't go as smoothly as our first sledding experience, but it didn't deter him in the least.

It was so much fun, it made me realize what people were talking about back home when they'd tell me how they missed the seasons on the mainland. Now I get it. Snow is magical and beautiful and every other sappy, cliche description I'd ever heard before. So we can't play in the sand anymore. We still burried Iz. And I suppose eating snow is better for Jarom than eating sand. Oh, and did I mention that they use the old Christmas trees as mulch in the park? Pine scented snowy hills. Color me happy.