Schneefrei... SAY WHAT?

Thursday. Roughly zero degrees and a handful of snow, and the local schooling system collapses and all schools close. Seeeeriously. Of course, I work for a school, so HA HA HA, I'm off too, and cuase no busses run, Jose gets stuck with us all at home. Brilliant! We're a family on a mission! Or rather, a few missions. "Mummy, FISRT we go on MY mission, which is a park mission, and a snowman mission. THEN we have coffee. THEN we can go on any mission you choose, which is going to be a house mission."
My, what a clued up daughter I have! So we wrap The Baby warmly into his pushchair and trot off into winter wonderland. Leo doesn't look too impressed, but really, he's just extremely displeased with being tucked away and patiently awaits his turn.


Mission one, The Park! Very idyllic, all of it, rather cold and luckily the snow is so flakey it's no good for rolling up a proper tall and abominable snowman, as I'm quick to explain to Tara. Suits me - I really want to get to Mission Three, which is a) all that interests me these days, and b) somewhat crucial gievn that we plan on moving in 9 days, and still have no kitchen, no bathroom and no paint on the walls in the one house, and not a single box packed in the other.


Unsnowmanable snow does, of course, say nothing about the potential quality of snow angels, and Tara plops down anywhere. Trodden down snow: fine. Head stuck under a bench: great! Flip flip, wave wave... and daddy's pretty good at it too!

Snow angels... whooooaaaa!!!

Leo is being kept happy with a now ball. Nice, cold and a novelty. Aaaah, that's a happy baby! I turn my attention to The Snowman and seconds later Leo begins to cry. Bitterly. Loudly. Inexplicably. Only daddy can explain: Mummy left Baby with The Snowball, completely forgot all about it, and Baby's poor little hands are freezing cold and hurting. Who wouldn't cry?! (Did I say I'm slightly distracted? That I want to be at The House?)

The Snowman (not that he really deserves the caputal letters...)

Mission one accomplished, I say, and we slither off into town on our coffee mission. Just a pit-stop really before the house mission, which deserves an entry in its own right another day, if I ever find the time.

Tara is happy enough with her mission. Also, there's plenty of things to do at the house. Talking to the builders, writing and drawing, dancing to the radio, singing along... All is a bit better still at home where my singing flapping angel can don her fairy wings and wave her wand, and where there's a choice of lots of pens in lots of colours, and a separate set for Leo when Big Sister doesn't fancy sharing hers.

"Mummy, Miss Flower says I sing like the radio!"

After Dinner Drawing, At Home

But then, "At Home" is about to change its meaning radically. The countdown is on, the boxes are still all up in the loft (flat, empty, ahem....), the kitchen is still at the shops und not yet paid for... What can I say, other than STAY TUNED!*

*(And, of course,חג שמח! , Nirite ;-)