Snow Daze

Well, today is day one of the "Blizzard of 2011" as it is being billed. We got about 3 inches last night, enough to cancel school today, and are expected to get an additional 8-10 tonight overnight, amounting to another snow day - most likely. I am, of course, elated because I love snow. My husband - not so much. (coughsnowgrumpzillacough) :)

When I was little, I loved snow days. My sister and I would immediately begin jumping up and down at the merest mention of a delay and not stop bouncing until every flake had fallen. Because my parents worked, and we were such responsible children, we stayed home alone on snow days. This meant endless episodes of Full House, cooking our favorite lunch ("noodles with green things" we called it - It was really Lipton Butter Noodles) and (of course) sledding. Our backyard had a natural hill that we thought was epic (and now looks like a bump in grass). We would hurl ourselves down that "mountain" over and over until our fingers were burning from the cold and then race in the house to shed our 50 layers of clothing and drink hot cocoa or play games together.

As a parent, I worry that Quinn will be jipped of these experiences both because I am a teacher and he has no sibling. I mean, sure, we can do all of those things together still - but part of the fun was being 'on our own.'  He wont ever get a break from me on a snow day. If he is home, I am home! This morning, he wanted to do a puzzle, play Old Maid, watch Spongebob and have Macaroni and Cheese for lunch - all of which I obliged. But let's face it, this lady tires out.

I am also sorry he doesnt have a sibling to play with and I am his only choice....but not sorry enough to give him a sibling. :) I mean, currently he is dressed as Harry Potter (full out in the robe, glasses, tie and carrying a magic wand and broomstick) and there is no chance I'm playing THAT with him. He's on his own there...

I would like to believe that being an only child will make him more creative, more independent, more... well, more something. But I also know about all the things I learned from having a sibling - how to get out of a headlock, how to eavesdrop on a telephone without being heard, how to cover a stain on my mother's carpet strategically and then blame my sister...

You know...come to think of it - I think he's going to do just fine growing up alone. At the end of the day, a child surrounded by love is a successful child - whether he has siblings or not. Right?

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to be "Hermoine."

                                                             God, I love him.

TODAY I AM THANKFUL FOR GORGEOUS, PEACEFUL, SPARKLY SNOW!