So, it's pretty much been my dream to take those frosty, beautiful snow pictures of my kids for... well, ever. Now that there are three of them I have been dreaming and wishing for snow pictures for our Christmas card. Last year there was no good snow until after Christmas. And this year wasn't looking promising until we were in Idaho for Thanksgiving and on Saturday it miraculously and unexpectedly started dumping snow. Those big, white, fluffy flakes that make for beautiful icing and pretty lighting. It was perfect. I imagined beautiful woodsy photos with those big trees or even baby snowman pictures like
these. So I rounded up the kids and put them in the clothes I had been saving for such an occasion. And when it was just the girls, everything was working out nicely.
Pretty, right?
And then we tried to add Henry.
Apparently, Henry hates the snow. Oh, he oohed and aahed over it from inside. He kept pointing outside excitedly and saying, "NO! NO!" (but meaning "snow".) (Even while I write this post he is looking at the pictures and happily chattering about the "no".) But we took him outside and he put one hand on that cold, beautiful, white stuff and freaked out. Screamed in terror and clung for dear life to dad. And when we set him down again he cried and cried. We even tried to bribe him with a doughnut, but to no avail. Fun times, right?
So, my dreams of beautiful snow pictures are dashed. Maybe next year? How can I help my child love snow in the meantime? We don't get quite enough of it here in Portland to do any kind of gradual introduction therapy.
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| Slightly more happy if the snow is not touching him. |
So, from my family to yours:
Merry Christmas to the Snow Haters Everywhere!
And also, if you love snow, we hope you have a Merry Christmas, too.
P.S. Enough people thought this was funny enough to be our actual Christmas card this year, and so I went with it. It's a good reminder that nothing about this life right now is perfect, it's messy and somewhat chaotic, but I wouldn't change it for the world. I'm grateful to be here, to have these three (crazy) kids and a family full of personality. It won't be like this for long, but I'm embracing every part of having little ones as fully as I can. And, they're pretty cute, which certainly helps.
Merry, merry Christmas!
