Never did I realize before just how much easier it is to parent when there is snow on the ground.
Every snowflake is like another free toy fallen from the sky.
Snow fills up the landscape, like drawing a bath. You dress, or undress, your kids accordingly, plop them into it, and they are happy, self entertained, for hours.
They dig holes in it, they build houses out of it, they slide across it, they throw it, they eat it, they make angels in it, they simply lie down and loll in it. And, most importantly, they don't need mom or dad for anything other than the occasional snow down the neck removal. (Though they often find me digging, or sliding, right along side of them. )
So here we are, our second winter in France, with no snow. NO SNOW. Do you hear me?
How have we survived? Here are a few of the things that get us through:
|Friends that wait for us at the school gate each morning|
|Wild boar hunts|
|Lunch at the Mosqueé in Paris|
|Learning to write in cursive|
|Monthly violin practice|
|Walking in the magic forest.|
|Spotting a possible fairy house|
|Matching red hat and scarf|
|Best friends who come so far to visit|
|Sunlight on roof tiles|
|Painted garden doors|
|A dirty palate|
|Never bathing alone|