If you have any doubt that we evolved in the tropics, consider how much easier every aspect of parenting is in warm weather. Today, with no change other than the extra 40 degrees from our last no-school day, instead of sitting around missing TV, sighing in a dramatically bored fashion, climbing on couches, or throwing forks, we painted 2 giant murals (in the outside air and light), played in the sand box, and climbed trees for hours.
No arguing about shoes. Fine, no shoes, if you are tough enough to walk over the acorn shells. Fine, no pants, what do I care about clothes in the back yard. Fine, take your diaper off, maybe this way you can see how that whole potty thing works and yet I won't have to consider the cleanliness of peeing on an old wooden floor. Fine, bring the mice outside, just be careful of any cats. (I spent two days away from my beloved life-partner and the kids, and when I get back, not only have mice been purchased, but one has escaped. I caught it and now we have mice, which I appear to be in charge of, of course.)
And the murals? Sailboats on a blue see from the first graders. I can almost feel summer. The 2 year old had an impressive amount of blue, orange and brown on his paper as well.
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