What do the fathers of City Dads Group do when a blizzard (kinda) hits their fair metropolis? Some of our NYC Dads Group fathers explain, in words and photos, how they handled the approach, arrival and aftermath of this week’s Winter Storm Juno.
We go sledding.
“On snowy days, we either commute to school or do pick-up via sled. Here I am bringing my son home from school as Snowmageddon 2015 kicked off.” — Lance Somerfeld
We get them gear and explore
“When I looked out the window … the snow was very light so I put my son in the cushy Bugaboo and went for a walk down to the soccer field at Asphalt Green. The wind was blowing off the East River and was bitter cold so decided to head back home.” — Brandon Garcia
We catch snowflakes on our tongues
“With Sienna still being so young, it fills me with joy to just watch her catch snowflakes on her tongue. Later, we’ll go out and see what’s higher – Sienna or the snow piles.” — Lorne Jaffe
We build mountains to conquer
We build snowpeople
“We had a brief snowball fight on the sidewalk and then did some street sledding (which turned out to be great exercise for Daddy). After we met up with neighbors, we played in the snow together with their kids, and eventually built a ‘Snow Princess Jedi’ (equipped with a wand and mini light saber). Once we were frozen, we returned inside for lunch (grilled cheese). My younger daughter refused to nap and so we let the girls watch a movie. All in all, a great day!” — Ariel Chesler
We make snow angels
When it’s too cold out, we read, sing and cook with them
“Snowed in on a Tuesday. Jake’s not in the mood to go sledding. What to do? What to do?
“Wake up.
“Serve ‘His Highness’s’ breakfast. French toast with maple syrup, sprinkles, and cinnamon. Got that?
“Read children’s books.
“Color by numbers.
“Sing silly songs like ‘Goodness, Gracious, Great Balls of Snow!’ Gotta love Jerry Lee Lewis.
“Watch Peppa Pig and Tickety Tock.
“Hop on Pop. No. Not Dr. Seuss’s Hop on Pop. Jake’s actually hopping and jumping up and down on my chest right now. I think he cracked one or two of my ribs.
“Speaking of ribs … What’s for lunch?” — Jason S. Grant
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