March 7, 2008

 

Fellow Queens,

It snowed last week in big D. Can you believe it?

 

We usually get ice storms so a wimpy, one inch dusting is cause for great celebration. And school closings. I’m a transplanted Yankee and the first time I got to do the snow day dance my mother told me to knock it off and get dressed for school. It takes quite a bit of snow to cancel school up north but then again we had actual sleds there instead of cafeteria trays that I've lifted from the boy's school to slide with here.

 

I got the call early this morning, “This is Mr. McGee from St. Thomas Aquinas school.” “Oh, hi Patrick,” I croaked into the phone. Then I realized it was a recording. School will start at 10:30 instead of 7:45.

Yippee.

No matter how many times Prince Tim refreshed the weather page on the local news website it still said that his school would be in session today. Immediately after he left the house, grumbling all the way, Prince Christopher bounds out of bed. “It snowed! It snowed! IT SNOWED!” You would have thought the Dallas Cowboys had just dropped by for breakfast. “Go get dressed and we’ll go outside to play,” I told him as I dove for the coffee maker.

A few minutes later he runs out of his room, carrying a football and wearing – a baseball T-shirt and cammo shorts. “Uh, no. Try again,” I muttered. 

“How’s this?” Now he is wearing the same T-shirt with a lightweight sweatshirt over it and baseball pants that barely cover his knees. 

“It is 33 degrees outside. How about some jeans?” “Oh.” 

The return trip looked promising; jeans, sweatshirt and even shoes this time. “Ok, let’s get your coat on.” Then the boy launches into a whine about how his Spiderman coat is too large/too small/ too uncomfy for him to possibly wear it. Fine.

I don the appropriate gear and we rush outside to play in the snow for the 45 minutes we will have it before it turns into a mud pit. I think it took him about one minute to realize that I wasn’t lying when I said it was 33 degrees out. “You give up? You want your coat?” “Yeaaaah haaa haaa,” he chattered through his now blue lips. Silly boy, but always entertaining.

Even though the snow didn’t last we did get half a football game and a minor (remember, only one inch of snow) snowball fight in. Afterward we made some hot cocoa and Prince Christopher said, “Hey mom, that was fun.”

 

Indeed.

 

Reign On!

 

Queen Linda