Not since 1638 has a lunar eclipse fallen on the northern winter solstice, so we decided to whoop it up real good. (Next one scheduled for 2094. Mark your calendars.)
Though we didn’t whoop it up as good as I originally planned. I thought it might be fun to load the kids into the car and drive to town under an eclipsed moon—how romantic! what memories!—for donuts, but when I suggested my idea to Mr. Handsome, he nixed it right quick. Party pooper.
Instead, we set the alarm for 2:30 and then hustled everyone out of their beds and out to the deck to stare at the disappearing moon. It darkened and reddened, its little edge of glinting silver growing noticeably smaller by the minute.
While the moon did its thing, I stood at the stove, banged a whisk against a pot, and whipped up some hot chocolate for the masses. (Tea for me.)
We oohed and aahed, sipped and yawned, and, after an hour of groggy excitement, crawled back upstairs to our beds.
Everyone disobeyed my orders to sleep in, so this day is sure to be tedious. And Sweetsie is miffed because winter is here (or so we say) but there’s no snow. What a rip-off.
But hey, look! The moon’s back!
This same time, years previous: lemon cheesecake tassies
You are a very, VERY good mom. I threatened my son with death if he set his alarm and woke me up. Glad you enjoyed your time under the moon!
Thanks for sharing these pictures. What a fun family event.
What a fun memory! The moon was spectacular last night!
What a rip-off is right!
Bring on the snow 🙂
What a delightful thing to do for your kids. Good goin', Memory-Making Mom!
We were up too but no hot chocolate. Good memories!