What does one do when it is minus thirty?
Want a glimpse into my minus thirty world?
I am sitting here at the warm kitchen table, next to two small girls. The oven is on lockdown, self cleaning. Seemed like the thing to do to warm up the house. The Christmas tree is still up, an ancient artifact, begging for janitorial attention.
But not now.
Today, we are writing.
I get hugged every now and then. We are all smiling, contentedly munching chips.
One child is writing a story about Anne of Green Gables. In her world, Anne Shirley likes to camp. She camps along with her computer, so she can work on her blog in the wilderness.
“Just like us, Mom! She has a blog!”
Small One also has been working, on a little toy laptop. We thought the pink laptop would be the best Christmas gift of the year. As it turns out, the thing was built with technology from the 1980’s. Our kids’ hand held solar powered calculator from the dollar store is more exciting, and more sophisticated. That’s what I get for spending $15.00 on a Black Friday Internet Special. But they still like to play with it.
“It’s fine Mom, I just leave it OFF. My imagination works better.”
The best thing about it is that it is silent.
But she has had a busy morning already. She made herself an Elsa costume, folding a crown out of aluminum foil. Paper snowflakes flutter from her hands and are left behind on the floor, furniture, and everywhere. “Elsa” also just finished a paper doll surgery… It seems one of her poor paper dolls fell down today, and needed some surgical repair. Painter’s tape worked well.
The boys are completely overcome by Lego madness. They emerge from their imaginations only when their stomachs hurt for food.
“Luncheon, Mum? Second breakfast? Elevensies?”
And thus, the reverie is broken.
They’re hungry again.
Time to make lunch.
I hope you enjoyed the peek into my kitchen today.