Frozen Stones


I’m pretty sure that as a kid I must have liked the snow. I’m old enough to remember digging tunnels after the blizzard of ’78, enjoyed jetting around the yard on the back of my father’s snowmobile, and surely must have built at least a few snowmans that have since melted from memory. We had some good times with a tube, a tractor and a cornfield as teenagers, but I also fell off a ski lift and still have scars on my face from a horrific sledding disaster. Myself and Southern Comfort are more to blame for this disfigurement than the snow, but it’s not completely without blame.

As an adult I have no use for it whatsoever.  It’s cold, wet, and hurts my back to shovel.  It interrupts my satellite television, causes power outages, and sucks to drive in.  Ten years ago my wife-to-be and I joined some co-workers on a snowmobiling weekend and came home both physically and emotionally battered.  Every vacation since has been to a southern  destination.

My five year old and the puppy are too young to know better. They both love this late season storm that has once again turned my yard into a frozen playground for them to frolic in, oblivious to the wind, the sub arctic temperatures and the White Walkers that lurk beyond the treeline.



They also don’t listen very well.  Like all kids, within the first fifteen minutes of being outside Alaina will have:

1.  Made a snow angel, causing snow to somehow get between her skin and the multiple layers of clothing she has on.

2.  Eaten snow, hopefully from nowhere near the dog’s preferred bathroom area.

3.  Tried to throw a snowball at me, usually from a distance of less than two feet and missing by three.

4.  Either taken her hat off and thrown snow into the air directly above her head or removed her gloves and placed her hands directly into the nearest snowbank.

5.  Had to pee.


when it snows


I just stand here and smile through chattering teeth. I applaud every “cool trick” that I’m told to watch, dodge the occasional ice ball that actually has a chance of connecting with my face and daydream about the spring that I know will eventually arrive.  I yell at her to put her hat back on, yell at him to stop eating deer poop and yell at some stupid groundhog in Pennsylvania that predicted this mess.


when it snows


I think about how much more fun life is at five years old and I wonder if it’s actually possible for someone to freeze their stones off.  I fear that I may find out because neither one seems ready to go back inside anytime soon.



32 thoughts on “Frozen Stones”

  1. I’m a big fat wuss outside in the winter. My kids are so hardy though. Lucky for me they are older (9 and 12) and they have each other so I don’t have to spend as much time in the cold with them.

  2. I love looking at snow from inside, but hate trying to commute in it. (And we don’t get snow anything like you get!) The cat has the right idea. I opened the door to let him out and he took one look at the cold, grey rain and walked back into the house! Hope the weather gets better for you soon

  3. Had to laugh at that comment about the cat – that’s precisely what ours do. Cold outside? No food in a bowl for us? Nope!
    I am so ready for the snow to go. And seriously, the having to pee thing once you’re out and bundled up? So true. Life’s complicated.

  4. We do t really get snow, if we do it goes slushy pretty quick. I kinda don’t sympathise because I think I’d enjoy it!! Definitely eat a snickers as your previous commenter said!! ‪Thank you for linking up to the #familyfunlinky‬

  5. I was raised in Hawaii and spent 24 years happily not knowing what snow looked or felt like. Then the Navy moved us to Connecticut, land of the snow. It sucked. Then they moved us to Pennsylvania, land of even more snow. It sucked worse. We are now on the west coast, in Washington, and live in an area with very little snow typically. This year was the first in 5 years of living here that we got heavy snow multiple times. It sucked. #ThatFridayLinky

  6. In the UK, I seem to recall it was the Big Freeze of 1987. Unlike you Jeremy, I long for a repeat of that event! My wife sits in your camp, but for me, the moment the snow falls, I’m out there with the kids doing crazy stuff. It’s just so much fun! #thafridaylinky

  7. I used to love the snow, and being outside with the kids building snowman, making snow angels and everything. But as I got older I too couldn’t wait for the outdoor snow fun to end and get back into the warm (ignoring the big pile of soaking wet clothes that needed sorting.) I can still say that I’ve missed the snow this year, we haven’t had any. I wouldn’t be able to go out in it now, but it’s so nice watching from the window in the warmth of my home.

  8. When I was a kid it snowed pretty much every year at winter. My parents would take my sister and I sledging and we absolutely loved it. Since my girls were born (they’re 5 years old now) it’s only snowed once and it didn’t even stick. I’m gutted for them. They’ve never built a snowman or gone sledging. Maybe I’ll have to go on a snowy holiday instead so they can experience it! I’ve got to be honest. I’m a big kid. I still love snow! Thanks for linking up to #ThatFridayLinky

  9. As an Australian, I find snow to be a rare treat. I’m afraid I pretty well do those five things whenever I (rarely) come across snow.

  10. Oh Jeremy just enjoy snow is loads of fun and usually an excuse not to work lol fab post as usual you are just getting better and better mate Thanks for linking to the #THAT FRIDAY LINKY come back next week please

    1. Thanks for the kind words Nige. Unfortunately, I’m considered essential medical personnel. No snow days off for me!

  11. Lmao, don’t freeze your stones off!
    I feel ya, snow is the worst. I usually hide myself in my house until it’s gone. Unhealthy? Maybe. Comfortable? Absolutely.
    I think as we get older, we are just tired in general. (Or ridden with arthiritis and the cold hurts)
    I guess we are just unphased with the wonders of mother nature. Oh, to be a kid again.
    Stay away from the SoCo while sledding! I swear, I’ve had many close calls with that bottle. Glad you still have a face, though!

    1. I’ve turned my back on SoCo altogether. Its so sweet that it amazes me that I used to be able to consume such mass quantities. You might be on to something with the old man theory.

  12. Now as a Yorkshire lass I loves me a bit of snow. We barely get any in the UK (Not “proper snow”). We get a few flakes and the entire country grinds to a panicked halt, but nothing that you would lay down in to make an angel in for fear of grazing your elbows on the concrete beneath. I would actually be in there face first, doing the eating of and everything. It would probably scare the White Walkers off to be fair? #bigpinklink

    1. That might work. I can see how exciting snow is for those that never get it. Unfortunately, we get more than I could do with

  13. As a Brit who rarely sees snow, I always get jealous when I see snowy wonderlands but whenever we visit them, I remember that they look far better in photos and snow is actually far too cold! Lovely to have you linking. #bigpinklink

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