BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
Thursday, November 30th, 2006 09:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouOkay, it's official. I put the blankets and afghans on the beds. It is COLD!!! I just checked the WeatherBug, which is located at the elementary school just down the street from our house and it's 41 degrees, but with the windchill, it FEELS like it's 22! Okay, so winter is making a foray into Texas. At least THIS year, we are living in a sound, snug house, and not a rattletrap that lets the North Wind poke sly fingers into us from odd corners. Or the house we lived in when we first moved to this area, which had a howling gale blowing literally through the living room every time a front came through, because we didn't realize two walls were separating from the house. Why didn't we realize this? Because a series of shelves that were built into the corner in question were the only things holding the walls together, and you couldn't SEE it, not until the shelves came down.
Right now, the Impossible Son is in the back yard, running around and jumping after leaves swirling over the top of the house with every gust of wind. Auntie can put on her Swami Hat and predict that in ten minutes, he will come in with rosy cheeks and glowing eyes and ask for hot chocolate. He asked me if the Snow Queen will send snow for Christmas. I laughed and said, "You never know, hon. All you can do is close your eyes and make a wish, but you have to realize, if it snows here, we won't be going into Houston to see Grandma and Grand-Daddy."
You know, that just wasn't fair of me. Talk about conflicted! I practically made him go into vapor-lock! Snow? Or the grandparents? Snow? Or the grandparents?
I upped the ante. "And you won't get to see Amanda, either."
Oh, boy.
The Impossible Son is in love with his cousin, Amanda. She's twenty, and just understands EVERYTHING about little boys (his words). And she's just COOL. Because she tickles him, and picks him up and swings him around, turns him upside down, chases him, lays on the floor to color with him, talks about Harry Potter with him, is suitably impressed by his skills with his computer games... what's not to love?
He looked at me sadly, and said, "Mama... I really REALLY want to see 'Manda. And... I really really, REALLY want snow..." He furled his little brows, then said, "Do you think maybe the Snow Queen would wait to make it snow until AFTER we get to Houston?"
All I could do was laugh. "Why not?" It's not a perfect solution, but it shows he's thinking.
Well, as I predicted, here he is, demanding hot chocolate. I just have time to make some before we have to leave to pick up the Impertinent Daughter from running club.
...snow... it could happen...
Right now, the Impossible Son is in the back yard, running around and jumping after leaves swirling over the top of the house with every gust of wind. Auntie can put on her Swami Hat and predict that in ten minutes, he will come in with rosy cheeks and glowing eyes and ask for hot chocolate. He asked me if the Snow Queen will send snow for Christmas. I laughed and said, "You never know, hon. All you can do is close your eyes and make a wish, but you have to realize, if it snows here, we won't be going into Houston to see Grandma and Grand-Daddy."
You know, that just wasn't fair of me. Talk about conflicted! I practically made him go into vapor-lock! Snow? Or the grandparents? Snow? Or the grandparents?
I upped the ante. "And you won't get to see Amanda, either."
Oh, boy.
The Impossible Son is in love with his cousin, Amanda. She's twenty, and just understands EVERYTHING about little boys (his words). And she's just COOL. Because she tickles him, and picks him up and swings him around, turns him upside down, chases him, lays on the floor to color with him, talks about Harry Potter with him, is suitably impressed by his skills with his computer games... what's not to love?
He looked at me sadly, and said, "Mama... I really REALLY want to see 'Manda. And... I really really, REALLY want snow..." He furled his little brows, then said, "Do you think maybe the Snow Queen would wait to make it snow until AFTER we get to Houston?"
All I could do was laugh. "Why not?" It's not a perfect solution, but it shows he's thinking.
Well, as I predicted, here he is, demanding hot chocolate. I just have time to make some before we have to leave to pick up the Impertinent Daughter from running club.
...snow... it could happen...
