So the blizzard did hit us last week and we had three snow days in a row. I cannot help it, and you can call me crazy, but I love snow days! I love having the kids home; I love making comforting, warm food; I love having everything cancelled so that we can pretend that the outside world has come to a standstill for a little while; I love looking outside and seeing only animal tracks -- even down the middle of our road; I love having the wind howling and the snowflakes actually covering our second story windows, as we sit inside and stream too many things off of netflix (is that even possible); I love that our electricity didn't go out so we stayed warm and snug in our little haven; I love that my kids got along the whole time and didn't even turn on a video game until the afternoon of the third day, and even then it was only one stir crazy boy who, understandably, really wasn't all that interested in making up plays with the stuffed animals, being 14 and all; I even loved shoveling the snow... wait, no, that was the very, very bad part.
::my driveway is incredibly long -- can you see Lulu down there? I suppose there is a price to pay for being able to drive in one way and out the other...
::but the kids helped
::and our neighbors eventually took pity on us and brought over their snow plow -- not when Matthew was out there, only when the pregnant lady decided to have a go
::Phin couldn't stop eating the snow, but it looked pretty clean and fresh::and they had such a great time creating forts and other magical places
But now I'm ready for spring;
Or for it to be at least 22˚, that would work, too.