{"id":1140,"date":"2010-12-16T19:47:42","date_gmt":"2010-12-17T00:47:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=1140"},"modified":"2010-12-16T19:48:30","modified_gmt":"2010-12-17T00:48:30","slug":"the-white-stuff","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=1140","title":{"rendered":"The White Stuff…"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>It’s definitely a snowy one this Christmas! \u00a0I am not a huge fan of winter… \u00a0I think what I dislike most is how quickly darkness comes upon us every night. \u00a0If I don’t come straight home from picking up the boys, as is usually the case, it is dark when we pull into our driveway. \u00a0I dislike the cold wetness that comes with snow. \u00a0There is always a trail of salty footprints on the hardwood in the family room. \u00a0I hate when snow gets into my boots and I have wet socks the rest of the day.<\/p>\n

Oh, there are plenty of woes to living in a country known for its winter wonderland. \u00a0Yet this is where we live. \u00a0If it is going to be winter, if it is going to be cold, there may as well be snow. \u00a0My boys love the white stuff. \u00a0They love being in it. \u00a0Snowballs are always happening. \u00a0Yesterday, Sammy threw a snowball at me in the kitchen from upstairs. \u00a0Huh? \u00a0I won’t even begin to guess why or where that snow ball came from upstairs!<\/p>\n

Being the boys they are, snow just means forts, skiing, skating, hockey… it means playing outside. \u00a0I love watching the boys on the rink, a boom box blaring and they’re acting like they’re having a pool party on ice. \u00a0There are always a pile of coats, discarded of to the side of the rink as they build up a sweat. \u00a0Dinner means coming in, putting skate guards on and eating. \u00a0It is too much work to take off the skates and re-tie those crazy laces.<\/p>\n

Snow means my boys are busy. \u00a0Snow means I have tired boys ready for bed sometimes before bed! \u00a0I love tired boys! \u00a0I love knowing that they had a good day. \u00a0 \u00a0I love looking out the window…. it is so beautiful! \u00a0The whiteness just looks so pure.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>I still love the anticipation of a snow day. \u00a0Remember waking up and looking outside and then waiting? \u00a0That is such a great moment when you hear your school’s name! \u00a0The boys school now has no snow days… ( which is ridiculous … but I won’t begin). \u00a0So… if the high school boys’ buses are cancelled… it’s a snow day. \u00a0We live in the country. \u00a0We live in a snow belt. \u00a0It is always 10xs worse. \u00a0If the buses are not driving… I am sure it is not safe for me to drive my bus.<\/p>\n

Snow means rink! \u00a0They go hand in hand. \u00a0If it is snowing, it means it’s cold enough to possibly freeze. \u00a0The rink is my husband’s other full time job. \u00a0Only if you have built a rink, do you realize that it is like another child. \u00a0It needs constant attention to survive. \u00a0It needs watering, shoveling and tender loving care. \u00a0If you are lucky enough, you have moments of \u00a0the Perfect Ice…<\/em> I think that means it is like crystal. \u00a0(I personally don’t get it… ) \u00a0The boys aren’t allowed on the perfect ice for bits while Sanj preens and glows with pride. \u00a0Then the boys are on it…scarring the surface with their sharp blades. lol<\/p>\n

The ice is one of the places where male bonding happens. \u00a0Nothing but ice, skates and sticks, hockey sticks that is. \u00a0It’s where they deek, check and score. \u00a0It really is another whole world out there.<\/p>\n

So.. as we count down 8 more sleeps till Christmas… I am grateful that \u00a0it’s going to be a white one this year! \u00a0\ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas… It’s definitely a snowy one this Christmas! \u00a0I am not a huge fan of winter… \u00a0I think what I dislike most is how quickly darkness comes upon us every night. \u00a0If I don’t come … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1140"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1140"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1140\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1153,"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1140\/revisions\/1153"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1140"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1140"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1140"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}