Snow days x 3

According to Megan's kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Reves, you must put your pajamas on backwards and inside out, then tell your parents that you need a drink of water before you go to sleep. Casually go to the kitchen, then instead of a drink of water, you get a spoon out of the drawer, get an ice cube from the ice maker and put it on that spoon. Carefully walk your ice cube to the bathroom, drop it in the toilet and flush it down. Then head to your bed, lick your spoon and put it under your pillow. (Please note that at no time did the spoon come into contact with the toilet). This will cause the stars to align and the universe to bend to your will. In short. The next day will be....a SNOW DAY!


Nicely done, Mrs. Reves.

Megan in her jammies. Backwards and inside out.
I love a good snow day as much as the next mom who has come to despise the chore of making cold lunches, however, seeing as this is our fifth snow day in the last two weeks and our children have spent a grand total of 12 days in school out of the last 45, could you call off your miniature minions and their bedtime voodoo? We are running out of ideas, here.

We've made the cookies


Organized neighborhood igloo construction.


Watched from the warmth of the house

Shoveled


Shoveled some more


Made chicken pot pie

Made ham and bean soup (food storage at its finest) ...which nobody ate but me. Don't feel too bad. One person cannot consume that many beans without substantial consequences to those that live with them. Take that!

Lest you get the idea that we were all "crafty and productive" over these last THREE rounds of snow days, there was a whole lotta 'leaving the kids to their own devices' while I held and rocked the baby.

I have proof.

Here's Laney having a "sprinkle feast" after exploring what the pantry had to offer.


She did offer to share. That's got to count for something.


I can only speak for myself, but we've made all the cocoa we can make, we've eaten every ounce of junk food we have, we've gotten our money's worth out of Netflix, all the snow-worthy clothing is heaped in a soggy mess by the back door, and it will take a couple snow shovels to dig the house out of this mess.

I wonder what I'd have to do with an ice-cube to voodoo a little sunshine.

Or maybe just a snowplow?