November has arrived and so has the snow! It literally hasn't stopped snowing for the last two days. When I wake I turn up the heat and look out the window at the flakes swirling down beneath the street lights. Somehow the world seems more peaceful when the snow is silently falling outside. The littles make their way to the kitchen one at a time and curl up next to me on the vent. The big blanket traps the heat, warming our toes and fingers. Soon it's time for breakfast and the morning routine. I pack lunches and sign agendas and reading logs while they eat. Then they pack their backpacks and practice their music. Camilla is loving her new Christmas songs on the violin. The big kids bundle up in their snow gear while we read scriptures and then we kneel for family prayers before they leave to catch the bus.
Instead of showering like I planned, I slip on Mr. Stannix's thermals and his Oilers sweatshirt and pull my Winter boots out of storage. I spend my morning shoveling knee deep snow, checking on the boys every few minutes. Oliver is content to play in his crib for a few minutes, but quickly loses interest. I move him to the kitchen and put the baby gate up to keep him contained while I finish the last half of the driveway. Most of my work already has another dusting of snow on the top, and I let out a sigh. Ollie almost manages to dump an entire bottle of oil on my floor and I come in just in time to witness a jail break as he scoots under the gate feet first towards freedom. I put the kettle on for hot chocolate and grab a cookie for breakfast (they have oatmeal and peanut butter in them, so they're totally breakfast worthy).
The morning goes by slowly as I tidy the house and play with the boys. We warm up the left over chili for lunch and then I tuck the two little boys in for a nap. I whisper to Joe that I am going out to shovel again and his eyes light up, "Can I come too!?" We shovel our driveway and walks along with our neighbors on all sides. The scraping shovels echo through the neighborhood. Halfway through the driveway, Joe's cheeks are bright red and he decides to go inside to warm up. When I finish, I find him curled up on the couch petting Reese quietly.
I wash up and start a batch of bread dough while he snuggles up to a movie downstairs. A few minutes later, I find him snoring on the couch. I give the kitchen a quick tidy, form the dough into loaves and grab a babbling Ollie from his crib.
Soon our home is filled with the aroma of fresh baked cheesy garlic bread. It comes out of the oven just in time for an after school snack. The other four loaves of bread cool on the counter and then get put in the freezer for another day.
After gobbling their bread and a few Halloween treats, the littles beg to go outside and play in the fresh snow. The wind has formed giant drifts, and I've shoveled enough that the piles are up to my waist. I bite my lip as I help dress them, zipping coats and putting mittens up over their coat sleeves, remembering all to well that it always takes longer to dress them than the time they will spend outside. While they are out I make up some hamburger patty's. Joe comes in asking for help with his mitts, and when he learns that I'm making hamburgers for dinner he flies back outside and yells, "Guys! Guess What?! Mom's makin' burgers for dinner!"
The door opens about ten more times as they take turns coming in to pull snow out of their jackets, fix mittens, and cover their boots back up with their ski pants. My entry is now full of snow. They jump in the drifts as the fluffy stuff keeps falling. When they've finally had enough I help the little one's undress as I sidestep puddles. Wet socks are inevitable. Their cheeks are rosy and their noses are running, but they are happy.
While I finish up dinner they run around playing hide and seek. The house is quiet except for the occasional bursts of giggles and the sounds of different people counting to ten. They sneak around hiding in closets and pantries, behind doors, under beds, in the kitchen. They are getting along so well that I can't help but smile. Every once in a while someone who hadn't counted would offer to count for someone who was found first.
At days end I still haven't managed to shower. I am wearing the same thing I threw on this morning complete with lime green polka dot socks and a messy bun. Mr. Stannix takes one look at me and smiles with a twinkle in his eye, before wrapping his arms around me. No matter how I look, he always makes me feel like a queen.
We eat dinner, pop some popcorn, and cozy up to a family movie until the littles are too tired to stay awake much longer. I finally get that shower I've been putting off and then Mr. Stannix and I watch a show and dive into the left over Halloween candy. At the end of the night we go to bed with grateful hearts and whisper until we are too tired to keep our eyes open any more. I fall asleep to the sound of the littles stuffy-nosed deep breathing in the next room as happy thoughts of the day swirl around in my head like the snowflakes outside my window on this dark November night.



































