I didn't grow up with snow. I always loved the concept of snow, but didn't get to experience it until we moved here. My kids love the snow, and I always encourage them to go play outside when it snows. I always look longingly at them playing outside, but never quite make it outside myself. Why? I wonder? Maybe it's because I don't have any snow clothes myself, and I'm a wuss about getting cold, maybe it's because Tom is always outside with them so I don't need to be, maybe it's because I've spent so much time being pregnant and sick in the winter that I haven't had very many opportunities, maybe it's because someone always has to stay inside with the baby, maybe it's because they come to me for hot chocolate and dry clothes and how would I provide that if I was cold and wet too. Well, whatever the reason, I don't play in the snow, and it makes me a little sad because I really want to.
We thoroughly enjoyed our snow storm, and it was nice to have Tom at home for a while. I think he didn't enjoy us quite as much as we did him though ;)
Long story......as you all know, Nana is still playing percussion this year, and her teacher is working on a complicated piece of music for the percussion students. It's called Ground Rhythm/Ground Breaker. He compared it to the movie Drumline, so naturally I had to rent it for Nana, and while she was glued to the screen, Tom and I sat discussing how unrealistic Hollywood's depictions of black people are. I was teasing him about carrying a pen in his PJ pants pocket and I ended drawing him a 'thug' tattoo, and although it doesn't fit the stereotype, he was very proud of it and had me take a picture.
This was taken mid Saturday of our back deck. Those lumps are our tomato planter totes.
Tom, Rayzel and Jack suit up to go shovel and play Saturday afternoon. Calvin was still doing his homework and Nana wimped out. She did change her mind and go out later though.
Getting outside was the hard part, now the fun can start!
Rayzel makes a snow angel
Check out the look on her face!
Off they go, leaving the snow shovel and all thought of helping Dad completely behind.
Jack decides to make a snow angel also. But it looked more like he fell and was having a seizure.
He got kind of stuck, and just sat there in the snow for a while.
Check out how deep it is there...wow.
Meanwhile, I check the turtle tank to make sure they are warm enough and this is what I see.........anyone know what's missing?
A turtle.
An hour of frantic searching later we find him hiding behind the table in the dining room. I can't believe he survived the fall.
After the storm....Calvin's icicle farm
Path to the shed
Neighbors back steps
(we used these a lot because our washer broke a week before the storm hit, and the repair guy was supposed to come Saturday but canceled and our neighbor was nice enough to let us use her machine :)
More Pix to follow!




















































