What?! You’ve never heard of Mrosty the Iceman??
No worries…my kids hadn’t either, til today.
Obviously, he’s Frosty’s cousin but today, Mrosty was officially birthed in our home and is now know as the happy little ice man who only shows up when snow fails to come, ice covers everything instead and littles are expectant and sad.
Yesterday, our area was predicted 3″-5″ of snow. We were certain we’d at the very least get a dusting of the fluffy white stuff.
When we woke up, there was maybe a measly flurry or two that had ever so delicately landed itself onto the ice. It was still white outside, but super slick and not the dreamy white scene we’d all envisioned waking up to.
In fact, I was in such a winter wonderland wanderlust that I could see the soft flakes that covered our neighborhood. The snowballs kids would throw would float through the air and gently disperse and kids would tackle each other in snow drifts and it would feel like landing in soft cool sheets.
In my dream, we would go inside and I could feel the warmth of the fire on my chilled toes, and I looked good in my buffalo checked wool blanket (this one in my dream – affiliate link) holding my warm cup of hazelnut coffee. I was all snuggly on the couch as the kids watched a movie, and I read “The Magnolia Story” by Chip and Joanna Gaines on my Kindle.
Instead, it went a bit like this.
We stuffed cinnamon rolls all over our faces, icing dripped everywhere and kids smeared it on tables as we attempted to get bundled up. We yelled for them to eat their eggs, cause protein, ya know.
As we walked out, it was like a bunch of fawn learning to walk. We gingerly stepped out of our front door, feet slipping all which way, legs bowed and knees knocking. We looked like a bunch of rug rats with our laundry baskets turned sleds in hand.
The clothes from those baskets were dumped on the floor…one pile in my bedroom and the other in the living room.
Nonetheless, the kids were squealing with excitement, I was yelling at them to walk and stop running on the ice and the baby was crying and tired. Moose busted his tushy and was in tears about three steps out the door. I prayed that I wouldn’t have to make any after hours calls to my beloved pediatrician for tips on how to stabilize broken limbs.
(deeeep breaths…this is fun….deep breaths…..we are happy…..deep breaths…..)
Instead of blaming the misfortune of no snow or a bad forecast on the weatherman (let’s be honest, he gets enough flack) we decided we’d make lemons out of lemonade.
Before we knew it, we brushed off the ice from Moose’s fall, got the baby down for a nap and had sleds out. We were dodging cardboard-boxes-turned-flyers and the make shift laundry baskets filled with giggling kids came spinning towards us like projectiles.
The fun parents packed the kids on their backs, told them to hold on tight and took off like shooting bullets down the hill.
Us helicopter moms (ahem, me) stood on the sidelines screaming things like, “Where’s your helmet?”……. “Slow down!”……. “Hold on tight, baby!”……. “Not so high, Punkin!”…… “Mama loves you!!!” and the like as we tried to play it cool.
More deep breaths, right? 😉
Our neighbors are the best and we live on a decent hill, so as you can imagine, it was a party.
The kids took turn after turn going down, giggling and jumping out of each other’s way. The bigger kids took my little kids under their wings and showed them the sledding ropes. The adults tried to teach the kids how to slow themselves without totally busting and Brother pranced around like a proud peacock after he “did the big kids sled by himself.”
It was controlled chaos and everyone was happy.
Almost two hours later, we retreated inside for hot chocolate and coffee. It wasn’t as glamorous as I pictured.
Kids dumped their gear by the front door and spilled hot chocolate as they fought over who got to sit where. I did get my hazelnut coffee and my nails were painted in honor of Elsa, so I was feeling good about that!!
The movie happened, lunch happened, the two littles were asleep and then Annie M and Brother were ready for round two.
The ice on the streets was gone and so all that was left was the mess of the backyard.
Perfect. They can go in the fenced-in back yard to play and I can stay inside and warm while I supervise.
Within minutes, they had buckets, shovels and were rarin’ to “dig up the ice, find the snow and make a snowman.”
Since this icy/snow mess only occasionally happens round here, I didn’t want to let them down. I watched them fill their buckets with ice and try to pack together ice that just crumbled in their hands. Brother brought a bucket inside…I fussed at him to take it back out.
I went out and tried my darnedest to pack it together in hopes of a tiny snowman and all attempts were in vain.
I went back inside and thought some more and it just came to me.
Mrosty the Iceman.
Ah, yes! Of course!! Mrosty! The Iceman!! It didn’t SNOW today, it ICED!!! Of course we cant build a snowman, but an iceman, on an ice day, was clearly the answer!!!
It’s a good thing I was prepared, as they soon came in crying for help.
I dropped my jaw and stared at them like they were nuts.
“A snowman??? Huh?? What in the world!? Are you for realz?? You don’t make a snowman on days like this.”
They looked at me quizzically and I kept my academy award winning performance going.
“Y’all have never heard of the Iceman??”
(Insert child’s best blank stare.)
“When it ices, snowmen don’t come, but their cousin, the Iceman…Mrosty. Surely you’ve heard of this??”
(Insert more blank stares.)
“I can’t believe I haven’t taught y’all this! You guys! I am so so sorry! Today’s the day though, so y’all go get your buckets full of ice and I’ll meet you outback.”
I gathered similar facial features to what I felt like cousin Frosty would be quite pleased with and headed out the back door.
“Tomatoes??? Cheese??? Is that a pickle?!,” Annie M asked. “Can I eat the pickle?!”
“Good gravy! No!,” I screeched! “That’s his mouth!”
She giggled and off we went to make our Mrosty. It was a bit anticlimactic as she made his face in about .02 seconds and then looked at me like, so now what.
I wasn’t sure what to say next, so I piped up with, “Well, now that he is done, you can’t have an Iceman without an Ice-Angel, right?”
Seemed good, right? Snow angels? Ice angels?? Carrying on with my theme here…
So we headed to find an ice patch, put Mrosty down and she laid next to him and attempted an ice angel.
I snapped a few pics as her coat scratched on the ice doing nothing. She told me she was cold, Brother came out to make his Mrosty and we headed in for the day.
Now, its late. My chicken wings are all tucked in and I am exhausted. It’s been the best day ever and truly what dreams are made of.No matter what the weather brings, I’m so thankful for the fun that we have and the crazy ways us Moms are able to improvise. Fun was had by all and we can’t wait for our next snow (or ice?) day.
Maybe by then, I’ll get myself a buffalo checked blanket too….