It is COLD here. We can't do much when its -18c (0 f.) outside. So you make the best of it.
Last night we played pirates with the kids. I downloaded a whole bunch of pirate music and played it loudly while we had an adventure on the high seas on our ship/sectional sofa, The Bonnie Lass. We made paper pirate hats (we ruined a whole, unread newspaper trying to remember how to do it) and paper telescopes. Since we were short on cast members, we had to make do with what we had. Note that SOME people played multiple roles:
Daddy: Pirate Captain Daddy
The Kids: Buccaneers (we made them interview for their jobs, lol. They had no idea why we wanted to call their 'references', and why we were asking them if they could swim, ha ha.)
Me: Pirate First Mate Mommy
and The Shark
and The Dolphin
and The Shark pretending to be The Dolphin
and The Octopus
and The Crocodile
and The Giant Squid
and The Snoring Sea Creature
and a cameo as a Land Lubbin' Bar Maid. (My multiple personalities are very happy.)
We all pretended to drink a ton of Pirate's Mead (I have no idea what that is, nor do my kids, but in retrospect it could be alcoholic. Oops!) That would explain the injurious jig we broke into.
We faced a storm and an array of creatures (see my roles, above) and walked the plank. Okay, I walked the plank. The kids refused, no matter how fun I told them it was. They've obviously seen this done before.
We all fell overboard during the hurricane. This was problematic when the shark arrived. (You should have heard them scream, LMFAO! Revenge for the plank...)
We found the treasure and then had Crocodile Crunch (Rolo ice cream) as our reward.
Which reminds me, I have to stop by the store to buy some aluminum foil. Tonight, it's aliens.