Here in the Cherry City we have found ourselves uncharacteristically blanketed with a couple inches of snow. The weatherpeople said it would snow, but I have placed my faith in their predictions too often to fully trust them. Last week our local newspaper said it would be 30s and 40s all week. Tonight's forecast is for weather below freezing. All week long. They know what's going on just like I do: I look out the window and say, "Hey! It's snowing."
Ironically, we headed up to Mt. Hood this weekend to get in some snowy weather because we felt for sure we wouldn't get any here. Jason's parents met us here, and we had a fabulous time playing in the snow, eating too many cookies, and being victorious at dominoes (that would be me...Domino Champion). Today we drove down from the mountain where the roads were clear and the snow wasn't falling, onto I-205 where the snow was falling fast and furious, and finally home--where not a snowflake was in sight until a few hours later when it started snowing. And snowing. And snowing.
Even though I have never outgrown my love of the first snowfall, and school cancellations are still just as exciting to me as they have always been, the joy is bittersweet because the school district didn't build in any snow days, so all canceled days have to be made up at the end of the school year. It's hard to fully enjoy the gift of a day off when I know that in 6 months Jason will have to return the gift in the form of working another day. Right-o.
We're still happy that Jason gets to be home tomorrow, and goodness are the girls ever happy to be out in the snow. We gave them early Christmas presents of winter coats and mittens, and they have put them to good use, even if Jules looks like a giant pink marshmallow in her coat because the coat is two sizes too big. (Ah, that's what happens when nice coats are on sale and the only ones available are a size 4T and a 5/6.)
Sydney had one mission to fulfill in the snow: make a snow angel. She saw someone making one on a movie, and it became her most heartfelt wish. As soon as we were unpacked at the resort, she was asking about snow angels. "Can I make a snow angel?" she begged. As if I would say no.
But boy did she ever make snow angels.
Snow angels on the road. Snow angels on the side of the road. Snow angels outside our apartment, one right after another, a whole family of angels fluttering below our bedroom window. It's all she wants to do, and we are more than happy to let her plop herself down in the snow as many times as her little frozen legs will allow.
Jules likes the idea of snow more than actually picking it up. She's like me in that regard. I like to look at snow. I don't mind even walking around in snow. But once I start to get cold and wet, I'm done. I don't really want to play in snow; I just want to look at it.
Sydney, however, is just like you would imagine a kid would be around snow. She screams; she laughs; she throws her head back and catches snowflakes on her tongue; she watches, with her nose pressed to the window, the snow fall outside.
Snow in December. It's quite the novel treat around these parts.
I don't have any pictures of our winter wonderland yet (the pictures above are still shots taken from video, hence the blurry quality), but I did put together a little Let it Snow video. A little Ella Fitzgerald singing "Let it Snow" is just what you need. As well as two little marshmallows sledding down the hill. (BTW, I'm just trying out Vimeo for this video; I'll post it on YouTube later.)