Snow Fight!

Boys and girls are very different. I had always heard that, but I never really understood the difference until I gave birth to a son. Sometimes, between living with 3 boys and surfing in a male dominated sport, I feel like I'm perpetually traveling from one boys' world to the next boys' club .

When it's really bad I can hear my inner girl screaming, "please bake something, paint your toe nails, go shopping, watch a chick flick alone, seek shelter from the madness in the nearest cave!" But I never succumb to her pleading, because, after all, I chose this world.

But I don't exactly fit in, which is okay, because I don't really fit in anywhere, ever. The important part for me isn't necessarily fitting in, but rather being able to navigate safely through foreign waters.

A few weeks ago we took a trip to the snow, or should I say the snow came to us. I am happy to say it's nice to visit the snow and be done with that until next year. Yes, it's fun. But it's cold.

My cold quota is filled by the Pacifireezic Ocean and I don't have room for anymore cold in my life. I even go so far as to heat my water before drinking it to avoid room temperature types of cold.

Snow in the Park was from 10-4, but we barely made it there by 3. Not bad considering the effort it takes to get all four of us out the door. Huge! And perfectly on time, in my book, because we missed the crowds, plus I got to surf and do some laundry.

"Okay everyone get dressed so we can go," I say every ten minutes only to be ignored for better things like legos and pillow fights. Taking forever to go somewhere is standard operating procedure for our family.


Though it took forever to get there, we arrived in time for some bouncing, and we stayed until it was too dark to take pictures with my "cell phone excuse" of a camera. Or should I say we stayed until the only snow person, was no longer standing? For some reason Vinny had it in him, right down to his DNA, "to destroy the snowman!"

I know this is some sort of boy thing, that men never seem to outgrow, hence my husband's participation in the snow person's demise. So I figure it's best to let them express their physicality in a safe environment where no one gets hurt, except an innocent snow person. Sorry, Frosty.

"Go ahead guys let the testosterone run wild in your arms and legs."



Being out of my realm, I wandered down to the beach to take a few pictures. When I came back this is all that was left of the snow person. The boys were satisfied, exhausted, and hungry . Stefan seemed to derive as much satisfaction from this bizarre male ritual as the boys did.






Throwing snowballs into the street.