Smelling the Snowball

Yesterday I had the rare opportunity to walk to Ethan's preschool to pick him up.  (Dave usually picks him up and drops him off, arranging an appointment inbetween) I had a nice brisk walk there....and the way back? Yup, it took about three times as long. Ethan needed to swipe some snow off a ledge...slowly....then he tried repeatedly to throw snow at a sign, stick a snowball through a tree branch, drop snow slowly into puddles and watch them disappear, he spread snow over some mud....and he thought it was enourmous fun to throw snowballs at passing cars (I managed to nip that in the bud...eventually) Ethan didn't feel any need to be anywhere soon.  And I shouldn't have either...Dave was fine with having the other two - one of them still napping...And yet, this aggravated me to no end.  Why is it SO hard to slow down and just enjoy the moments we are given?

I knew I needed to choose to 'smell the snowball' even if I wasn't feeling it......And so here we are - being silly in the back yard.  And that sheen on my jacket (which you probably can't see), is the water that Dave was relentlessly chucking at me from the kitchen window.....yeah, thanks Dave.  Ethan did manage to huck quite a few snowballs into our kitchen this way - although sadly, they completely missed Dave.