As I was finishing making up supper tonight, I could hear my son Brian saying, "It's snowing, it's snowing." I said, "I don't think it's snowing tonight." Well I should have went to see exactly what he was talking about, but I didn't. So about 10 mintues later here he comes carrying his bucket. He says it again, "it's snowing." I say again, "I don't think so." He said, "yes it is, watch." that is when he proved me wrong. He put his hand into the bucket and pulled out a handful fo something. As he open his fist and dropped his gift of snow, I was confused as to what exactly I was watching cascade down through the air onto the kitchen floor. He surely didn't get the bottom off the hole punch. No, that is little pieces of styrofoam. What? Where he did he? I turned the corner and looked out into the dining room. Following him through the dining room and into the living room was the most beautiful little "snowfall" a 3 year old could ask for. The trail stopped at the pocket doors into our living room. Our home is over 100 years old and each time you pull out the pocket doors, out comes little pieces of styrofoam with it. I have vaccuumed it dozens of times as far back as the wand would reach, I think it magically reproduces. My precious little son had reached in and pulled out a bucket full of this stuff and let it snow all over. Through our room, through the arts and craft room, the bathroom, up the stairs...I headed back to the kitchen. I told him, "you'll have to pick that all up." knowing full well that it would be me to vaccuum it all up. "No problem, watch." He lays down on the floor and blows the snow under the refrigerator. "Thank you Brian."
We were on our way back to college after a fun weekend trip to a friends home. The windows were down to allow at least the breeze in since it was scorching hot outside and this car had no air-conditioning, in fact, we were lucky it ran at all. And with the windows down, we actually had a nice cross breeze with the holes in the floor board.We were singing to whatever song we could find on the stations in the middle of Kansas on some little mostly unknown highway. It was the quickest route between Manhattan and Wichita. There are many things in life to fear and many things to fear in the flat lands . I had been in Wichita on two separate occasions when there were tornadoes , but this threat was even worse. On a long stretch of quiet highway we enjoyed the beautiful sights of the pastures and sky. There were several tractors working in the fields and mowing in the ditches. Up ahead of us, there was something covering the entire road for as far as we could see. As we neared, it lo...
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I am from cafemom. I checked out your blog and your story sounds so simliar to mine... Only it my son was 2 at the time and he was in a back room that was being remodeled... (Again, very old house) and my sister had been babysitting and when I got home we thought it odd that he'd been quiet for quite some time. So we go looking and we find him and his puppy (black lab) in the back room pulling the blown in insulation out of the wall and throwing it up in the air and laughing... The puppy was trying to "bite" it and he thought that it was great he could make it snow in the house. I looked at my sister and she said, "I'll go get the vaccum"