I gotta tell ya’, I’m ready to leave my house. There are only so many hours out of the day that we can play in the snow. We’re running out of dry clothes. We’re running out of hot chocolate. My kitchen floor has had dirty water tracked in on it so many times that I’ve just given up entirely.
School has been canceled for today and tomorrow. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. It is supposed to snow again on Tuesday and Wednesday, which doesn’t leave me a lot of hope for school at all this week. At first I heard that we were supposed to get a couple of inches. But it seems like every time a newscaster mentions the Tuesday Storm, the amount gets bigger. Last I heard, we were supposed to get a foot.
Thankfully we have power and heat, unlike some more unfortunate friends. I would like to follow that statement up with this: KNOCKONWOODKNOCKONWOODKNOCKONWOOD!!!!! Because, seriously, if the power goes out, I don’t know what I will do.
My kids are being perfectly pleasant, but they have been crawling all over me, literally, for three days now.
The dog’s been a little freaked out too. I think largely because the children have been crawling all over her for three days as well. Not to mention, her legs are far shorter than the snow in the backyard, causing all kinds of problems for her. Day One of KillStorm 2010* left her completely discombobulated. She ran around stealing mittens off of our hands for a while and then she tackled Quinn.
For those of you who wondered what happened to Quinn after he made it to the swingset, he got snow down his coat, had to be rescued because the snow on the slide platform was too deep, and then took this highly disappointing trip down the slide.
Yesterday we spent our outside time shoveling—and killing the snow bunny.
Twenty-four hours of snowfall had turned the snow bunny into more of a giant snow lump, so it was less sad to see Sam tear its arm off and beat him with it.
I have about eleventy billion other cute photos of my cute kids doing cute things in the snow because that was my excuse as to why I couldn’t shovel. Because I had the camera. Also, because I shoveled the last big snow we had. Thank God.
While I won’t subject you to all the photos I took, I must show you this one. I think it’s possible Alex was working out some aggression here.
Also? Don’t show this to Sam, because he’s too
heavy for us to throw and it would devastate him
that he didn’t get to do this.
Good luck to all of my snowed in friends all over the East Coast. May your power come back soon. May your schools open. May your stores of beer and chocolate remain plentiful. And send your good wishes to me that my internet not go out. Also my power and heat.
* Shamelessly stolen from Joeymom. No, that’s not true. I have lots of shame.