Cabin Fever

I'm composing this blog on paper -- later I'll post it online. I'm standing at the kitchen table folding laundry and listening to Oo's plastic dinosaurs throw-up in the garbage can. T is busy stuffing fridge magnets into his new snow boots. (Note to self: Must remember to check T's boots for foreign objects before cramming in his squat, little feet.)

T is also singing "It's raining sunshine" -- just those three words -- over and over and over again. Of course, it sounds more like, "Uh rainin stun stein." He has now sung these words more than 50 times in a row. No lie.

We need a break in this weather and we desperately need some fresh air. But the temperatures are just way too low. And when the temperatures approach 30F, we usually get a big batch of snow. Oo loves the snow, but T is not thrilled with the lack of mobility winter affords him. In addition to his puffy coat, stiff snow pants, and mittens that might as well be thumbless (no matter how hard we try, we cannot get his little thumbs in position)... in addition to all that, the thigh-high snow (thigh-high to a two-year-old) makes it impossible for him to take so much as one step without falling on his face. Once he's on his face, the winter gear prevents him from standing himself back up. He hates it. And I don't blame him.


We're trying to remain content while we're inside, but we're running out of ways to keep entertained. Here are a few things we've tried:

Playing in the snow... inside.

Coloring on the floor... sort of.

Fun with static.

Yep, we're ready for winter to end.