I have a conflicted relationship with Snow Days. On the one hand, I think they’re ridiculous. I grew up in Canada with seven feet of snow and do you think school was ever canceled? No way! In a place like Colorado, I’d assume people wouldn’t freak out when the snow flies but that’s exactly what happens. And they expect school to be canceled every time.
We’ve had a few minor storms this year but finally, FINALLY we received accumulations more than a few inches and school was canceled, which I fully supported because there was enough snow for us to actually play in it. Since I don’t sleep, I was awake when the school notified us at 5 a.m. I snuck into the kids’ bedrooms to turn off their alarm clocks. Their reactions when they woke up were indicative of their personalities.
7:45 a.m. Hadley strolls into my bedroom. “School is canceled today,” I announced. “Oh, good,” she leisurely announced, not worried at all she’d slept through her alarm.
8:30 a.m. Panicked Bode races in, “I SLEPT IN!!!!!!!!”
Ying. Yang.
We spent the morning snugged up in our PJs, made ebelskivers for breakfast and the kids played video games while I worked. That afternoon, Alex and Nicky came over for some good old-fashioned fort and slide building while I spent a couple of hours shoveling our walk, as well as our neighbor’s. Because have I mentioned I really really love snow?!
This was topped off by making gingerbread men and a hot chocolate competition. If this is what snow days are all about, I’m all in for an eternal winter.
I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 