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Outside our bedroom. October 28, 2012 |
Do you know why? 2 reasons. 1) they are expensive so I make them work hard, those shoes. 2) They don't need anything else.
10 Reasons why God knew we needed a practice winter (crazy storm that dumped snow on all of Europe, in October). In descending order...
#10. Birkenstocks - no matter how trendy they were in the grundgy 90's or how much I love my very own pair - are not winter shoes. Plain and simple. I strongly dislike shoe shopping, hate it in fact, with the burning passion of 500 suns. I'm gonna see how long I can go in my Converse. I mean, at least they have a back on them.
#9. Did you know that regular clothes get wet really quickly? I did. But I forgot. And did you know that they are really cold once they're wet? I did. But I forgot. New impermeable coats for everyone! And impermeable pants for the kids! And impermeable shoes for Martin and me! And more sweatshirts for playing and layering, and more socks, and more, and more, and more everything! Ahhhhhh, consuming...
#8 Do you know how hard it is to get kids' hands into gloves? Little hands, like the size of a small dog's, or perhaps a raccoon's, that sort of size? It's hard, really hard. It makes little beads of sweat pop out on your forehead and you start sounding like the dad in "The Christmas Story" as he attempts to fix the furnace. I will be knitting only mittens for the foreseeable future. I strongly dislike knitting two of anything in a row. BO- ring. But they're super cute once they're done.
#7 Do you know how long a single snowman will last outside, even after all the snow around him has melted? Going on three days strong... losing one eyeball at a time... and really creeping me out.
#6 Hats. Everyone has to have a hat. Even me. I don't particularly like hats, but I do particularly like my ears, so to keep them in place I will submit to the hat. I'm making this one for myself. That's obviously not me in that photo. That woman is happy to be wearing that hat....and looking rather suggestively at our snowman...
#5 Radiators are my new best friend. I will never again knock the "radiators of death." True, we have already had our fair share of injuries due to these suckers but they can dry out anything you hang on them in less than 2 hours. Anything. It's worth a few scar stories, I'd say.
#4 When you drive a car on snow without snow chains, or even winter tires, your car will start to slide down the hill. 'nuff said.
#3 Unless instructed, children will eat snow off of anything. Anything. Banisters of public buildings, piles on the roadside, car bumpers. Kids are just disgusting like that.
#2 All you need to know how to cook all winter is soup. Lots and lots of soup. So far I have mastered a couple good ones, and that is something, as we all know how terrified I am of soup.
#1 You must always have hot chocolate after a day playing in the snow. There is no other appropriate drink. (Except for maybe a Dr. Pepper.)
P.S. I obviously need a lot more practice when it comes to sledding. Seeing as how I threw up my hands in fear as I began to plow into my first-born, rather than try to protect his small 6 year old body.
I'm only one woman.
They don't need shoes to keep out the rain and cold in Texas because it never rains, and it's never cold. At least that's what it seems like now that we live here where there are all kinds of weather phenomenae that I forgot existed, namely rain and snow.
I don't even know where their Crocs are at the moment. They are dead to me now.
10 Reasons why God knew we needed a practice winter (crazy storm that dumped snow on all of Europe, in October). In descending order...
#10. Birkenstocks - no matter how trendy they were in the grundgy 90's or how much I love my very own pair - are not winter shoes. Plain and simple. I strongly dislike shoe shopping, hate it in fact, with the burning passion of 500 suns. I'm gonna see how long I can go in my Converse. I mean, at least they have a back on them.
This is for my mom. I know how much she misses seeing these lovely shoes on my feet... every. single. day. |
#9. Did you know that regular clothes get wet really quickly? I did. But I forgot. And did you know that they are really cold once they're wet? I did. But I forgot. New impermeable coats for everyone! And impermeable pants for the kids! And impermeable shoes for Martin and me! And more sweatshirts for playing and layering, and more socks, and more, and more, and more everything! Ahhhhhh, consuming...
#8 Do you know how hard it is to get kids' hands into gloves? Little hands, like the size of a small dog's, or perhaps a raccoon's, that sort of size? It's hard, really hard. It makes little beads of sweat pop out on your forehead and you start sounding like the dad in "The Christmas Story" as he attempts to fix the furnace. I will be knitting only mittens for the foreseeable future. I strongly dislike knitting two of anything in a row. BO- ring. But they're super cute once they're done.
#7 Do you know how long a single snowman will last outside, even after all the snow around him has melted? Going on three days strong... losing one eyeball at a time... and really creeping me out.
#5 Radiators are my new best friend. I will never again knock the "radiators of death." True, we have already had our fair share of injuries due to these suckers but they can dry out anything you hang on them in less than 2 hours. Anything. It's worth a few scar stories, I'd say.
Photo courtesy of Adelina. |
#4 When you drive a car on snow without snow chains, or even winter tires, your car will start to slide down the hill. 'nuff said.
#3 Unless instructed, children will eat snow off of anything. Anything. Banisters of public buildings, piles on the roadside, car bumpers. Kids are just disgusting like that.
#2 All you need to know how to cook all winter is soup. Lots and lots of soup. So far I have mastered a couple good ones, and that is something, as we all know how terrified I am of soup.
I make this every other day. |
2 left from my birthday 6 pack. 2?! That is showing some real restraint, people. |
P.S. I obviously need a lot more practice when it comes to sledding. Seeing as how I threw up my hands in fear as I began to plow into my first-born, rather than try to protect his small 6 year old body.
I'm only one woman.