It was way too cold to take children outside yesterday. We need to invent a new weather term for when the wind has nasty hard crystals of snow in it. Not snow that gathers, or drops prettily, just white driving snow that whips through on its way to somewhere else, like a transient doggard mean-spirited sand blaster. The builder and I were both wearing sunglasses as we worked outside to stop the snow blowing straight into our eyes, even though the clouds were low and grim.
Anyway earlier in the day during home-schooling break time, I decided not to take the children to the barn to play, we would play inside, so we dragged out the big, big box of toys that John’s daughter had left behind when she left home.
Oh Joy! They shrieked as they pounced.” Barbies!”
I groaned. Yes, I have to admit. I have never been in the Barbie camp. I was the Mean anti Barbie Mum.
“Can we play with the Barbies?” They said. There were so many.
(I checked with their Mother) “Well, ok.” I said, “Just as long as you know that Barbie is a freak and so anatomically incorrect that if she actually stood and walked on those legs she would fall flat on her … um.. face and probably break her hair. And those boobs are not real you know that. Normal people don’t actually have bodies like that. And where is her underwear? She is just pretend you know.” On and on I went.
‘We know, our Mum told us’. (Sweet how they say Mum in American accents.) “So can we play with them?”
“And no-one can actually walk for more than ten steps in shoes like that, you know that? They hurt your feet.”
(sigh) “Yeah, our Mom told us.” Little fingers wriggling with anticipation.
“And some of her clothes are not appropriate for winter you know, she is going to have to cover up if she is going to be dragged about my floor.”
Kids can sense capitulation. Their eyes held mine as they edged towards the play room.
“Ok then.” I said to an empty lounge, they were already tipping the boxes out and shrieking with delight.
“But only 15 minutes then we are making little sheep out of real wool!.” I called out
“OK, miss c”
On a more exciting note it has been discovered that if you put a block truck in just the right spot then tickle Thing One the cat will stretch his foot the necessary inch to knock the truck to the ground. Very entertaining.
Second hand Barbie has a very tall horse evidently, that walks. Who knew.
And while his children played and worked inside the kiwi builder worked outside all day in the most terrible blowing as-yet-unnamed driving snow-wind.
Good morning my darlinks. Tomorrow I am probably not going to be posting a blog page, unless something very exciting happens. I need this wee writing window to finish my next assignment for my creative writing class. You all have a lovely day.