Over the course of the past week, knowing I had a full week's worth of weather-related posts to write, I threw Cal a lot of bones on the topic of a snowstorm. He just wouldn't bite on them, always taking the conversation to tornadoes and hurricanes and clouds. He nibbled once and asked if a snowstorm could do damage to a house or a car. I told him it could but not like tornadoes and hurricanes -- it can be dangerous to drive; but if you're inside your house, you'll be pretty safe. And that was pretty much the extent of that snowstorm chat.
Mother Nature even helped me out with our first significant snowfall of the year today. When we went in to the bowling alley for Cal's birthday party it was snowing but only enough to dust the ground; when we came out, guys were shoveling the walkways of the 2+ inches of snow that had accumulated over the three hours we were inside.
Neither Cal nor Ella was impressed. Cal may have been on a high having had a few hours of active fun with his friends who were there to celebrate his turning 5. And Ella? She did drag her purple-sequined maryjanes through the snow on the sidewalk and commented that her feet were cold.
We spun our tires in the snow as we pulled out of the parking lot a bit and got no reaction from our backseat passengers. Maybe we should have done some doughnuts in an empty parking lot.
Dan even asked if Cal thought the snow flying toward our (accentuated by our headlights) looks like the view of the stars from the window of the ship (Starship Enterprise, maybe?) in Star Wars. Cal didn't say much more than, "yes."
I even asked bluntly, "isn't this snow cool, Cal?" Cal responded that it was.
As we approached our driveway, Dan commented that we should call Mahima (Cal's friend) over to shovel our driveway. That wasn't as random as it may sound -- when she first arrived at the party, she had told us excitedly, "I have a shovel."
Once inside, Cal opened his gifts from his friends; and as he played with one of the gifts, Ella and I went to dig up some boots and other snow gear so the kids would be ready for school and possible outside play tomorrow. Ella threw on her hand-me-down size 9-10 boots (she wears an 8) and loved them because they're pink. The 8's weren't. I found a pair of 12's for Cal -- he put them on and said they're too big. They're not. But I dug up a pair of 11's in case he wants to squeeze into those (and I don't want to fight with him about it).
And finally, I threw some snowpants in each of the kids' backpacks. With those, some boots and their winter coats, hats and gloves, they should be ready to enjoy the snow tomorrow. Physically, anyway. I wonder if they'll be genuinely interested in playing in it.
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