On Winter and why I love it but somethings not too much.

Oh winter, so beautiful and so harsh.

Yesterday we had a BIG snow storm here in Montreal. I'm not sure, but I think we received about 20cm of snow. Amelia and I spent most of the day outside (for reasons I'll tell you about in a sec) while fat and fluffy snow fell down making everything look like winter wonderland. It was pure joy, I swear.

Things felt different today, though. It all start like this: Yesterday I received a call from the daycare telling me that at last, Amelia was showing signs of realizing she was in a daycare without mommy around. She was crying non stop and complaining of a sore throat. I left the apt in a rush, so worried for my little one! The rest I'll explain while showing you some photos:

1.- I received the call from daycare, rush myself out of the house, almost running on slippery streets covered in fresh, falling snow to arrived to daycare and find Amelia crying and complaining :( she calmed down soon and then started playing again with the other kids while laughing. I decided to test her, so I took her to have lunch with me...

2.- At lunch, she was singing, laughing and eating like someone who doesn't have a sore throat...

3.- As I knew she was well and the crying at daycare was just because she missed me, I decided to run some errands with her in the neighborhood. It was so beautiful outside not to take advantage of the day.

4.- Does she seems like someone who feels sick? not to me! After we arrived home, we spent more time in the front yard, building a snow castle (it just a big mount of snow actually, but Amelia call it a castle, aww), shoveling the stairs and lying in the fluffiness :)

Today we woke up to more snow and my little girl crying because she didn't want to got to daycare :s It was so hard to get her dressed as she was running away from me crying and screaming. When I finally managed to calm her, convince her, dress her, take her out in one arm and the stroller in the other, we had missed our bus and the idea of walking 1.5 km getting stuck in the snow every 2 meters was extremely painful to me. I felt defeated. Both my three year old and by the storm.

5.- So what yesterday was winter wonderland, today seemed like a nightmare: sidewalks full with muddy snow, barriers of 1/5 meter of snow to cross every street and freezing rain falling over while I was fighting my way on. I had to go back home, hadn't I?

So we are home today and even when we had a rough start of the day, I feel positive I make the right choice. Every time I look out the window the panorama seems more and more hardcore and uninviting for a stroll. Today I'm glad to watch the snow fall from my window :)

I hope your day is not too rough! Have a great weekend :)