Because I am the world's best mother, I have misplaced the boys' snow gloves. Mother Nature dumped about five inches on us last night and the boys, riddled with cabin fever, were desperate to go out. So I suited them up in the vein of The Christmas Story, each of them, Ewan especially, resembling Ralphie.
I made do with things around the house to create the best water-proof gloves for them: Glad Press and Seal, Ziploc bags, a lonely gardening glove and one of Chris's lined leather gloves. We have a habit of losing gloves at Team Loesch.
By the time I got Ewan's hands all wrapped up it his hands looked like feet, heels and all, and he was crying.
"I'm positive that Mythbusters did a show on this," chirped Liam. It's his favorite show.
"I have foot hands," Ewan sniffled.
"I can't GRAB ANYTANG!" Ewan cried.
"Hey Mom!" Liam laughed, "is this a craft? Like that time you tried to paint?"
"Do you want to go outside or not?"
Silence. Except for Ewan sniffling over his clubbed-foot-hands.
Finally realizing that what I was doing wasn't working, I lightened his load and used only the press-and-seal and two socks.
And then let them loose ...
Pudge:
The rest of him is in there somewhere. Mean little brothers:
Oooh! Snowball!
Poor Pudge's feet-hands make it hard for him to pick it up.
I made do with things around the house to create the best water-proof gloves for them: Glad Press and Seal, Ziploc bags, a lonely gardening glove and one of Chris's lined leather gloves. We have a habit of losing gloves at Team Loesch.
By the time I got Ewan's hands all wrapped up it his hands looked like feet, heels and all, and he was crying.
"I'm positive that Mythbusters did a show on this," chirped Liam. It's his favorite show.
"I have foot hands," Ewan sniffled.
"I can't GRAB ANYTANG!" Ewan cried.
"Hey Mom!" Liam laughed, "is this a craft? Like that time you tried to paint?"
"Do you want to go outside or not?"
Silence. Except for Ewan sniffling over his clubbed-foot-hands.
Finally realizing that what I was doing wasn't working, I lightened his load and used only the press-and-seal and two socks.
And then let them loose ...
Pudge:
The rest of him is in there somewhere. Mean little brothers:
Oooh! Snowball!
Poor Pudge's feet-hands make it hard for him to pick it up.
