WE HAVE SNOW!! I know the majority of the country is knee deep in the white stuff currently and many of you are wishing for summer. Here in the south it’s been a little bit different. I live in Arkansas and we usually get one or two good snows a year. That means that getting snow is a huge ordeal around these parts and as a result we have a few quirky things that must be done. So I’m going to give you a play by play of my family’s snow day in the south.
Snow Day In The South
So the first thing you have to know about the south is that our snow days start about a week before any precipitation ever falls. It starts when we see those little snow flakes pop up on the weather channel week long forecast. Kids start rejoicing, road workers start groaning, and everyone starts talking about that one year we didn’t have power for three days and a tree fell on the house.
Then comes the predictions. There radar predictions of the amount of snow and ice we are supposed to get and they are plastered EVERYWHERE for a week. Whenever these predictions show more than half an inch every one LOSES THEIR MINDS! If those predictions show more than 2 inches then you would think we were preparing for the end of the world.
Steps for preparing for a snow day in the south:
- Gather fire wood, flash lights, and gasoline for generators (if you’re fancy). God forbid we go more than a few minutes without light or central heat.
- Start salting down our walkways, especially at grandma’s house. I truly believe the south (despite our flaws) is still alive and well with southern hospitality. I remember many days before snow, going to grandma’s house to salt her sidewalk to make sure she doesn’t fall going to get the mail.
- Go to the store and stock up on the two most important things: Milk and Bread!
Gotta Get That Milk and Bread!
Before the snow hit on Monday night my husband, the little monster, and I made our way to the store to buy our obligatory milk and bread. Now let me explain why these two things are always purchased. It’s a running joke around here that it makes no sense to buy milk and bread because we never normally eat those things together and to be honest I didn’t get why people made this purchase until I became a mom.
Southerners have a ligitimate fear of losing power when it snows. Bread is an essential ingredient of sandwiches. Sandwiches do not require power to make and most children (and husbands) will eat a sandwich. Therefore, bread is purchased to make sure there is an easy meal available if the power goes out.
Another thing about the south when it snows is NO ONE leaves their houses (unless it’s on a four-wheeler). Seriously, if we have more than a “light dusting” of snow people don’t go anywhere. (This is mostly because none of us have any idea how to drive on the stuff). Because of this we have to stock up on milk for the kiddos. Plus (see previous paragraph) you can make cereal without power.
So when we went on our milk and bread excursion we were met with a problem. Once we got to the grocery store we realized we were way too late to have our pick of what we needed. The store was almost completely out of bread and milk. Seriously we took one of the last five loafs of bread. (Hence the reason we have white bread, yuck.) I’m serious guys, with snow on the way milk and bread is no joke in the south.
Once we got home we spent the night patiently waiting for the white stuff to start falling. Little man’s bed time is eight so the hubby was putting him down right as the snow hit. The tiny one (Olivia) and I ended up cuddling up in front of the back door to watch the snow fall while I was rocking her to sleep. The only thing that could have made it better was if it was still Christmas time. (Side note, since I was born there has only been one white Christmas in Arkansas. That Christmas happened to be the one year I was living in the desert- Phoenix. Just my luck…)
The next morning I swear I was more excited to get up than my toddler was. We made it through the night with power intact thankfully so that means it’s time to have fun. James has seen snow once last year but he wasn’t really big enough to care. So as soon as I convinced him to get out of bed (so not the norm at our house) I had to get him to look out the window.
This poor baby was so confused. He just kept looking out the window pointing and saying “white!”
If you have read my blog for a bit you probably know that my kiddo loves the outdoors. I swear he would live in a tent if we would just let him. So needless to say he was PUMPED to get outside. (We decided to leave Olivia tucked inside with her mimi while we headed out).
Winter Wonderland (Sorta)
Have you guys ever seen the movie “A Christmas Story”? Ya know the part where the kid says “I can’t put my arms down”? Well I’m fairly certain that’s how my son felt. He had on two pairs of pants, a shirt, jacket, coat, and hat plus boots. He looked like an off colored Michelin man. Have you guys ever tried to put winter boots on a screaming excited toddler? If your answer is “no” then I highly suggest avoiding it at all costs.
Besides the lack of mobility offered by the winter garments my son had one major problem with the snow. It was cold. The first 10 minutes of going outside consisted of Hunter and I asking James if he wanted to go inside (because he kept screaming and crying “COLD!”) and him wiggling out of our arms to run back outside whenever we got to the door. Gosh it’s hard to be a kid.
After our initial melt down James decided the snow was worth the cold and went about playing until his heart was content.
Now, something else you need to know about the south is since we don’t get much snow, when we do get to play in it we play hard. You know the videos of the dumb people sliding on a sled pulled behind a four wheeler that get’s slung into a tree? Yeah, those were all made in the south.
My husband and I had to settle for a snow ball fight. Only it was a bit one sided. It ended with me pinned to the ground and snow in my face. Needless to say I didn’t win. James did find it hilarious that daddy was getting mommy.
We were eventually able to bribe the little man back inside (because we were both frozen) with the promise of movies and food.
We followed up this snow day of epic proportions with grilled cheese sandwiches, veggie soup, and marshmallows toasted in the fire place (James’ favorite). I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better day with my little family.