A Strong Coffee

The snow has been a long time coming in Wokingham. Middle man ran to the window on Christmas Day looking for the snow. So when I woke up yesterday morning I was excited. Yes it was only a small scattering but to kids that doesn't matter.

We got ready to walk to school in our layers of clothes. We looked at the footprints of people and animals. We talked about the crunching sound. Middle man announced that he was getting the hang of ice skating as he slid over the icy road with me trying to keep him upright. We were out for a good 5 minutes until middle man had decided that he had now had enough of the snow as it was cold!

I, however, was pleased that we had some snow as I could finally get the sledge I bought over a year ago. Luckily I had little man at home with me, so I had an excuse to hit the slopes of the local park.


It was even more fun when I joined in as my weight made the sledge spin!


My gorgeous little man even offered to pull me home, but it seemed I was a bit too heavy...


So he relaxed as we went back home in the warm for some hot chocolate and marshmallows.


I would like a little bit more snow, just so the older two can have some fun in the snow. Maybe build a snowman. As long as it doesn't look like Olaf as we wouldn't want to get sued by Disney. But then I'm done, It's cold and I need some sun. I definitely don't want lots of snow incase I am forced to make an igloo again. That is a dream that I feel no need to repeat.

Have you had fun in the snow or would you rather curl up in the warm?

I had a dream. When I was a little girl, I watched Blue Peter. They were in a country filled with snow and a team of probably 20 people built an igloo. One day I thought, I will build one of those.

Fast forward about 30 years and I sat looking outside after lunch last Saturday, turned to my husband and shared my dream. "Do you think I could do it?" I asked. "No there's not enough snow" was his reply. It had snowed a lot. I saw his reply as a challenge. I decided to go and make my dream come true.

Armed with an ikea step stool and a carving knife I went out into the garden to start my igloo building adventure.

I went back to my igloo. I was out there so long big man came to help. I had made the igloo slightly bigger than I had intended, Big man was now keen and eager to help me finish it. Middle man came out. "What is it Mummy?" I explained it was a snow house. "Where's the door?" "It doesn't have one." "You must make a door!" he replied.


Daylight was against us, so we went inside, keen to prove Daddy wrong the next day.

Sunday morning, I got distracted again


Then after lunch big man and I got to finishing our snow den.



I decided that it wasn't worth making a small hole. Mainly, because I am a bit claustrophobic and didn't want to freak out inside my creation.



Secondly, I have a middle man!



So here is our finished igloo (or ice cave might be a better description)



So I had a dream. After the best part of 6 hours I realised that dream. Was it worth it? Probably not. Was big man happy with it - yes - so maybe it was worth it.

So what have I learnt from this adventure? 1. Blue Peter, glamorised the act of igloo making. 2. Igloo making isn't as easy as you would think 3.If for some reason our family gets stranded in a snowy area - I can make a shelter for us in a day (providing I carry an ikea step stool and carving knife with me at all times.) Would I recommend you to have a go? No. Will I do it again? "We can make one every year!" said big man - I guess that means yes.

  

I love waking up to snow - mainly in the hope that there may be a snow day, and we can go outside have some fun and then spend the rest of the day in the warm, drinking hot chocolate. Yesterday, although I had been mentioning snow to the boys as big man got ready for school, they weren't listening to me. Hence when the door opened for us to leave we were greeted by delight and amazement.