"Mommy! SNOW! Santa is coming to town! (hilarious, no?) It's Christmastime! I'm soooo esssited! I LOVE SNOW!"
So I sucked up my hatred for snow and put on my mom-game-face and told her how awesome snow is, how much I love it, and what a special day it was gonna be, because, duh, SNOW(!!!!!!!).
It was freezing out. But I could see her excitement and she wanted to get out there and play. When it finally started to snow big flakes again, I bundled her up and let her outside to play on the deck. It was the perfect place where she was closed in, I could watch from the window and still hold an awake-didn't-want-to-be-put-down-Lucy. I was even able to sneak out and get a few pictures.
It made me laugh because one of the first things she did was drop to the ground and start making snow angels. Then, she jumped and jumped and watched the slushy snow fly everywhere. Her giggles were endless. Her gloves got wet and her fingers got cold, but she kept on flinging snow--even throwing it "at" Lucy & I and the glass door.
I wanted to be like, OKAY TIME'S UP and bring her inside to get warm after about 5 minutes. But I continued to let her play until she told me she was ready to come in. I think the kid stayed out there for almost a full hour.
"I had so much fun mommy! I love snow! Brrr I'm told (cold)!"
My kitchen became a mess, with slushy snow and wet clothes strewn everywhere. My insides wanted to be like "noooo clean this right now"....but instead, I told myself to chill out. And breathe. It's just stuff that can be cleaned up later.
So, I made her a cup of hot chocolate.
I didn't care about the sugar before naptime. Playing in snow and coming inside to hot chocolate? That's part of my childhood memories and I want the same for her.
I may have even given her a cookie, too.
The first snowfall is one to be celebrated, after all. Especially when you're 2.