Let it Snow
A story about Snow. And Ponies.
As always here, the plan for the day and the events of the day are two completely different things.
The plan was BW was to take the child mid morning to her swimming lessons while I drove strangers around for a bit and then we would get back together for a later lunch with the result of the child being a better swimmer and I would have made a few bucks.
This did not happen.
BW was unwell all day, so that means that it was the Dad and Child show for the good part of the day.
First, because we did it yesterday - she wanted to have a box lunch for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I went with it for breakfast and lunch because - whatever, but at dinner time I told her she had to eat off a plate like a real person.
Then all morning, she wanted to do one thing: make snow1
But first, swimming:
I am happy to report that there’s some progress being made in the swimming department and I should hope so as we’ve been sending her for a few years now I think. She is now starting to swim instead of just sinking.
After swimming and lunch and a bit of relaxing on Dad’s part it was time for us to make the snow!
I have to tell you I was not sure how would this work out - other than very messy.
The ingredients were: Hand lotion and baking soda.
It ended up being about a 3:1 ratio of soda to lotion and worked on our first try. Of course she wanted to play with me so I was given two ponies to compliment her two and we pranced around in the snow I had placed on a cutting board on a kitchen table.
The “snow” wasn’t too, too messy and I might make it again when we’re bored again.
She played with it for about 20 minutes then walked away leaving me to cleanup. Don’t let the looks of this stuff fool ya - one of two ingredients were lotion and that stuff took some to clean off and I ended up giving four little ponies a bath in the kitchen sink.
It’s been busy and non stop here. I have played school today with recess and lunch and I even had to do a presentation on why healthy foods are better for you - she’s one tough teacher.
I had just got her to bed when she heard the TV go on so BW could watch Sunday Night Football. Of course, the child heard the ruckus and came down to me in the kitchen to see what was up.
I told her that mommy was watching TV and if you wanted to cuddle up with her on on the couch, she could. 2
I wish I could have recorded the look on her face when she heard “yes”, instead of no. She wasted no time in getting under the blankets with mommy and the two snuggled and armchair quarterbacked together for a good half hour before she basically begged to go to bed.
I haven’t heard a peep since.
Oh, There’s just 39 days until Christmas, in case you were wondering.
She better not pout,
TH and Co.
this will make sense in a bit - keep reading.
I will probably pay for this in the morning.