Wow. This winter is serious. The child feels no need to exit the house. It seems the cold has soaked into our bones. The chilly top floor flat may have something to do with it ;) He is laying in his bed now, waiting to drift off, murmuring, "Its so good to be home. I love being at home..." Umm, no, we didn't even leave the house today... I'm not sure what is inspiring his night-time dedications :)
But he can be occasionally lured outside.
Yah, it even feels a little pathetic to me. Climbing over the trash heaps to play in the snow... I love Brooklyn and all, but ;) (Fortunately, the child knows no difference!) We were en route to book club and he kept flouncing down into the fresh snow. The joy and simplicity of being six is simply gorgeous to behold. I will seriously miss it.
But, if the motherly guilt (about the dirty snow and even dirtier looks from passers-by) gets to be too much, at least there can be the occasional (official) Snow Day that takes the child and his Aunt to the park. Yay!!!
Entering the winter wonderland...
Racing through the snow filled forest...
The building of the first snow-man. And Igloo. And second snow-man...
Logically followed by... the burying of the Aunt. The donning of a stick belly-button and... the energetic flopping on of said Aunt... Logically. Can you spell c-h-a-m-p?
No snow play day is fully formed without attempting to force the Aunt into the Igloo... After (an impressive) relocation of the snow-man, I might add.
This was all a bit ago (though the snow still stands piled by the stoop), and the child, who had no interest in ever, never, ever leaving the park that day, has yet to acquiesce to another trip in... At least the snow will still be there when he's ready ;)