Tennessee snow

Yesterday and today, we had snow.

IF you can even call it that. It was more like a white slush that only lasted til 11am each day. At least at my house. Some really shady spots it lasted longer. To me, real snow is when the sides of the roads and parking lots have big heaps from the snow plows (not just wet roads where some snow once was). It's when you walk around and your shoe print is still white (not muddy). It's when it snows all day and night (not just for a couple of hours that you missed while sleeping). I kind of wanted real snow.

But being the snow deprived Tennesseans they are, all my little ones insisted they go out in it today, since they didn't yesterday.

See, in my opinion, if you can still see grass, it's not worth the effort.

But they gave me these pitiful faces and wanted to play out there so bad. And to make it worse I saw pictures of my kids friends on Facebook all dressed in cute snow clothes and making half mud/half snow snowmen. So I felt bad and drug it all out-

8 little snow boots
4 snow pants
4 big coats
several hats
and a seemingly endless supply of pink gloves (how important is it that they match? I mean really?)

Em was at a friends' house and Ashley apparently agreed with my too-much-effort theory.

So for all of about 30 minutes, we watched them play.... some. Most of the time was spent with their little faces pressed against the back door. "Mommy, I'm cold. She pushed me. My hands are wet. I'm cold. Micah's eating it. Eww gwoss Micah! My gwove is coming off. I'm cold."

And that was the end of that.

Don't get me wrong, Micah would have stayed out there all day. Maybe it's the Ukrainian in him. Maybe it's a boy thing. But he loved every little bit he could scrape together. Except that he wanted to take off his gloves. Then hat. Then coat. He wanted to be one with the rapidly melting snow. Its a constant battle with him. And I don't need another green-snotty-nosed child right now so we made him come in.

So from now on, unless its real snow (according to the Amy Dictionary) we are doing regular old clothes and coats. Or unless they learn to play longer (and with no whining).

.... who am I kidding?

I'm sure the next time we get another snow (if you can call it that) we'll do the same 30 minutes putting it on, 30 minutes taking it off production for 10 minutes of half fun, half miserable.

I mean we are, after all, Tennesseans right? :)