Snow Day(s)!

Since school is closed and who knows when it'll reopen, I've been all kinds of stalker-ing the facebook posts of people baking with their kids, decorating for the holidays and reading under a blanket in front of the fire.  It's all so full of nostalgia and appreciation.  We've done every one of them too.  Except for the baking part. Well, I did bake. And by bake I mean I cut up a roll of Pilsbury Cookie Dough and made cookies and promptly shared them with almost no one.  Also, we read books when I looked at the reading log on the fridge and I panicked because I can't be the teacher who doesn't read with her kids when snowed in.  So yesterday we had a marathon round of sit still while I read to you and please listen because if you don't do those two things I'm pretty sure I'm not allowed to write it on your reading log.  Now, where were we?  Yes, Dinosaurs' Christmas. Now, let that resonate with you for just a moment.  Dinosaurs'. Christmas. Irony, right?  Anyway, I'm not going insane yet due to the fact that I have an enormous car with four wheel drive and snow tires.  I still equip my car every year like the Bend girl that I am, which means I'm not snowed in!  I'm on vacation! Really cold vacation where I have to think up lots to do so nobody gets hurt.

Then, tonight while lying on the couch thinking up our what-to-do-next I remembered something my dad gave Libby when she was born and I went searching to find this....

The effect for me is not unlike what it feels like to launch water balloons at my students on the last day of school.

Libby said she wanted to make it more challenging for me and they've just gone to put on their roller skates.  Please.  Oh, it'll be more challenging.  But not for me.

Happy Snow Days!  Here's to doing whatever it takes to stay warm safe sane....

Update:  On skates they didn't stand a chance.  I killed it.  However, we had one last round without skates and the littles dominated.  I ended on the verge of needing my rescue inhaler.  Peyton sustained a small injury.  It had less to do with the sling shot, and more to do with being the smallest of the three of us who dove over a chair to get at a puff.  She's fine.  They've asked to play again tomorrow.  First thing in the morning.  You got it, sisters.  Game. On.