Park Day and Hot Chocolate

There was a bit of worry about the cold weather here in The Woodlands. Talk of freezing rain that dissipated into nothing. Friday is Park Day for our homeschooling group, and thankfully, this group is a "whatever the weather" kind of group. If they can do 95 degrees at noon in July, they can do drizzle and 40 degrees in January. Because, you know, 40 degrees and drizzle in Texas is, um, very cold. There was hot chocolate, there were blankets, and hats, but I think my children, lately come from Michigan and before that, Germany, were the best dressed. Layers, hats, an extra pair of gloves. Henry even had extra warm knee high socks that John brought him from Hannover.

I'm tickled about two things: Henry found that the person he most wanted to play with an 11 year-old boy. And Elisabeth and a few other kids are planning a club to raise money for a water well through World Vision. I'm trying really hard, really hard to just sit on my hands and let this be a purely kid thing. And it will be. I can't wait to see what develops.

When we came home, the kids all wet from swinging in the rain (the drizzle got bigger) it was time for hot chocolate. No mix was available, so we went to Hershey's website and had a sweeeet and minty time.

We're back from a wonderful two-week road trip to Traverse City and Marquette, Michigan, complete with sledding, cross country skiing and a snowman. Now it is time to settle in and learn some long division and Texas history.

Happy New Year!

Comments

Claudia Brice said…

I still want to see the hula hoop video! Sounds like you had a great day in the park - love that your kids can handle all sorts of weather, and enjoy homemade hot chocolate!

8:08 AM

John and Laurel Stevens said…

Hmm, I will have to get him to show us again and be ready with the camera this time. : )

10:30 PM

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