The snow started Friday at about 5 am, but there were periods of rain and periods of nothing. I thought it was a bust.
Finally, it started to snow in earnest around 2 pm.
All of our games and after school activities were cancelled.
I was worried that Garrett and Parker wouldn’t get home from school. When they pulled in the driveway around 3:15, I was so relieved.
“Thank heavens you’re home! I am so glad you are home.”
Parker: “Yeah we almost didn’t get home!”
Me with my typical answer: “Nah uh!”
Garrett: “Seriously! Parker had to drive and I had to push!”
Garrett: “Yeah, we got stuck and I knew Parker wouldn’t be able to push, so I had him drive while I pushed. Then some other kids came along and helped push us too.”
Me: “Well I’m glad you made it!”
We knew we would be snowbound the rest of the weekend.
So we took care of the most important things first.
Garrett called Tyler.
Garrett: “Dude, what are you doing? Come over!”
Tyler: “I’m going to take a nap.”
Garrett: “If you take a nap, you’ll be snowed in by the time you wake up and you won’ be able to come over.”
Evidently, Tyler could see the wisdom in this. He showed up about 15 minutes later. And then 30 minutes later, I asked Parker what the boys were doing and he told me they were in the basement taking naps.
And the rest is history. Tyler “accidentally” got snowed in here and couldn’t return home until Saturday evening.
Yes, they are in swimsuits. No, they don't have shoes on. Yes, they are running around the yard. Yes, they really are diving in the snow and rolling around. Yes, they jumped in the hot tub!
Here is how they spent their Saturday.
Yes, they are in pain. Yes, they did it again. No, I don't really know why they do what they do.