Friday afternoon we had to go for Julia's ballet pictures at 4:30. Wally couldn't come, but I didn't want to leave the kids at school until 5pm, so Julia and I decided that we'd just take them with us. We walked into the school a few minutes before 4pm because it about 15-20 minutes to get to two classrooms, get the kids, get their jackets on, and collect their stuff. When we approached the doorway of the school to leave, I saw some people milling around, but didn't think too much of it. When we got closer, I heard the word "snow" and I said "What?" One of the teachers looked at me and said "It's snowing." I looked outside and snow was just pouring out of the sky. A lot of snow. It was blowing in sideways. I took a deep breath because I knew I couldn't wait around at the front like the others. We had to go. We had pictures to take, and I knew they couldn't take the group photo without her. And I wasn't sure they'd postpone pictures for the snow....most people here are used to it.
We are not those people. We're from Florida! Aiden and Lexie have never even SEEN snow, and Julia doesn't really remember the times she did. I pulled their jacket hoods over their heads, protected Julia's ballet bun I'd just spent 15 mins perfecting and out we went. The wind was strong, the snow was blowing hard, I was carrying Lexie and the minute we stepped out, I heard her draw in a sharp breath. Then she screamed. And screamed. I tried to coax her into putting her head down on my shoulder, but she flailed back and screamed some more. Snow was pouring over us, 10 feet away from the school and the sleeves of my jacket were already covered. The van was at least 100 feet away. Julia walked ahead of me, exclaiming things like "Whoa, Mommy, look at all this!" Aiden trailed behind me, quiet at first, but the deeper we got into the snow, he started crying. "No like that! Mama, no like that!"
By the time we made it to the van, Aiden and Lexie were both screaming, and we were all covered in snow. I think I had an inch of it on top of my head. I got them all loaded into their seats, and then I thought, "Wow, we have to drive a quarter of a mile to the teen center and then get back out in this." Everything was already white, which amazed me because when we walked into the school a half an hour earlier, there was no snow in sight. But our second venture out wasn't quite as bad. To get to the building where the pictures were going to be, you have to park adn then walk up a hill (of course) so I got Aiden and Julia out and sent them ahead of me while I got Lexie and the diaper bag. They all did better this time.
We got in, the room was chaos, everyone was wet. I got the kids' jackets off, got Julia's boots off and her ballet shoes on, smoothed out her bun, tied her skirt on, and sent her over for pics. Aiden and Lexie wanted their jackets off and a snack immediately. Got that done. Then they wandered around, checking things out while I chatted with some moms. Ten minutes later they were done. Sigh. Packed up the diaper bag, put on the jackets and hats, had Julia change her shoes and out we trudged again into the windy snow. I had planned on going to get the mail, but decided that we were going straight home. It kept snowing. It snowed most of the night.
I don't know how many inches we got this weekend, but even a couple seems like a lot when you come from a place that NEVER has snow. Saturday morning Wally took the kids to the PX and clothing supply store (while I worked on a paper for school) to pick up some uniform stuff he needed and came home with a sled. Unfortunately we couldn't play with it right then because Julia had to go to ballet recital rehearsal. It was in Vilseck, half an hour away, and the road conditions were red, meaning you should only drive if necessary. Wally took her so she could get in one final practice, and I stayed home to work on my paper while the little ones napped. By the time they got back, it was close to dinnertime, and it gets dark now at 5pm, but after dinner we pulled on the kids' snow gear: snow pants, heavy jackets, gloves, and snow boots and headed out. We have a great hill in our yard, and Wally pulled Julia down that several times. Then we left the yard and went to the street, where Wally pulled both kids down our street and on the icy sidewalk. Julia had a blast, but Aiden's joy was short-lived. After a couple of rides, he came back to me and said "My cold, my go inside, watch My Backyard" (which means he wanted to watch The Backyardigans).
Julia would've stayed out all night if we'd let her. She played on the sled awhile longer, and when Wally was ready to come in, she asked if she could play more in the backyard. She stayed out another half hour at least, making snow angels, snowballs, and even swinging on the swingset for awhile.
Yesterday was her ballet recital and she did a really nice job. I videoed her dance, but the lighting on the stage wasn't very good so I'm hoping you'll be able to see it. I will upload it later. Her teacher okayed her to move up to the Beginning Ballet class (rather than Kinderballet, which is what she did this semester) in January, which I thought was great, considering they are supposed to be seven years old to start that class. But in the dance you will see....she was one of the oldest in her group and during a few parts, she is the only one who was actually doing what she was supposed to be doing. There's one part where she's at the front of the stage with the teacher, doing the dance, and the rest of the group is in the back, just kind of standing there. We were really proud of her for continuing on, even though the other kids kind of dropped the ball. :) I'm excited to see where she will be at the end of the school year.
As for the snow, it's fallen off and on all weekend. Julia had to get used to something new this morning: wearing snow boots on the walk to school and then changing shoes once she got to her classroom. We didn't talk about changing BACK into the boots for the walk home, but I'm hoping she figures that out on her own. She'll be home in a half hour, so we'll see. :)
I will post the video later, maybe not tonight because I'll have the kids by myself, but I'll try. Oh yeah, Wally is in Romania overnight tonight. He flew out with his boss early this morning, arrived around 1pm and will be home tomorrow evening. It will be a night filled with Aiden saying "My dada not home. My dada come home when my wake up. My dada not take me skoo. My dada not pick me up. My dada at work. My dada at hotel. Call dada, Mama. Where my dada, Mama?" He generally says one of those phrases about every half hour when dada is gone. I've only spent one night away from him his entire life, so Mommy gets taken for granted, but I wouldn't have it any other way.