What to do when it is snowing snowmen outside? What to do when it is as if someone has poured white out on the sky, mountains, and most everything two feet in front of you?
We had a long breakfast. We read. We listen to Sacha talk, and talk, and talk. And then we starred out the window. That is when Sacha noticed the snow on the roof was forming an over hang.
He had a brilliant idea for fun. An Olympic snowball contest. Who could throw a snowball out the window and break the snow ledge that was forming.
Before I had time to process whether this was a good idea or not. Alice and Sacha ran outside onto the balcony and made snowballs. Yann was putting on his gloves. I swear he can transform into a teen ager in two seconds flat.
I figured it was his mother's apartment, so if he was putting on his gloves it must mean that the Indoor Olympic Snow Ball Contest was not be a problem.
Note: Belle Mere it wasn't me who activated this crazy indoor source of joy.
And so it went:
-Run to the balcony and make a snowball.
-Run through the apartment to the little window.
-Look out the window to get your barrings.
-Aim.
-And with all your force toss the snowball through the living room, out the small window with hope it would hit the roof's ledge and not some poor skier nine floors below.
-Not a single poor skier was hit below.
-Not a single speck of snow fell in the living room.
Checking the target.
Pants falling down, will he ever wear a belt?
(Note: He does wear a belt when he is not at home. I really want to believe this.)
The snowballs got bigger and bigger.
The Olympic rules for Indoor Snowball did not have restrictions.
As long as the snowball could fit through the window, it was aceptable.
Snowmen falling from the sky. Or at least it seemed so. Or maybe just baby snowbabies falling from the sky. Or Chunky Monkies!
Like son, like father.
Two of the three competitors.
They were into it. Acting like this was the best thing ever, and that the Gold medal was for grabs.
Olympic Indoor Snowball Contest.
The trio of throwers: Yo Yann from Yoville, Slugger Sacha from Shingaville, and Alice from Australia where it never snows snowmen, plus whos parents are probably reading this thinking: Our daughter who was studying law, played the violin and was so tender and sweet… WHAT HAPPENED?
The balcony was rendered snow free in record speed.
Serious aiming, serious throwing, serious competition. Who needs to watch the Olympics with this going on in the living room?
Snowball going towards the ledge.
I was the cell phone photographer.
Spent most my time trying not to laugh and staying focused.
Little window made it interesting.
Checking his score.
Crazy Eyes, I mean Yo Yann. Sacha tempted to break the non exist rules and put a snowball down his shirt.
At last Bingo. Target hit. More snowmen. Game over. Refreshments served.
What do you do when the weather does not permit you to go outside?
Or and are you missing the brocante?
Brother Mat and Readers, have I given you enough personal entries to last the year?
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