And by “this” I mean this:
Yesterday morning looked like early spring. No snow, warm-ish temps. Yesterday afternoon it began to snow. The forecast was for 3 to 5 inches. Then it was for 4 to 6. The snow came down very fast, very thick, and in HUGE snowflakes. At one point, I opened the front door to check on the snow and I could barely see across the yard to the cul-de-sac because of how thickly the snow was falling.
By all reports the roads became completely impassable and stayed that way. This morning isn’t much better, according to the news.
And that 4 to 6 inches? Became 8 to 10. The official tally is 8.4 inches; we smashed the record for this date that went back to 1929 and saw 3.0 inches of snowfall. Out here in the ‘burbs we’re looking at somewhere around 9 or 10 inches.
Phil was not only wrong, he must have been hallucinating on LSD.
This morning I have to start digging us out and Scot can’t help me. I haven’t mentioned this here but he had surgery last week on his wrist and he’s still in a very large bandage. He can’t shovel snow. What’s more, his post-op follow up appointment is today and he can’t miss it because he has to get that very large bandage removed. I have to find a way to juggle the kids this morning so I can go out and dig out the driveway enough for him to get to his appointment.
The icing on this little pile of cow chips is that Jamie had me up multiple times last night – the last of which was at 5:30 am. I was never able to get back to sleep after that. So, I’m tired, I’m cranky, I’m stuck in the house with two kids with cabin fever and a husband who is one-handed for the 5th day running.
Send me Phil’s pelt. I will fashion a hat from it that I will wear as a jaunty chapeau as I swill myself into insensibility.
UPDATE: I measured while I was shoveling this morning.
8.5 inches of snow does not equal an early spring, Phil. Not hardly. I think you need a new job.
Earlier this afternoon we learned that Liam loves us more than pasta. Over dinner, Scot asked him whether or not he loved us more than Star Wars.
He considered this for a moment.
“Mmm. No.” he said.
Also over dinner, we were commenting on how well Liam was eating and Scot told him he was an awesome kid. “Liam, you are awesome swimming in awesomesauce.”
“Well, I do like to swim,” Liam replied.
Liam brought this home from school today:
I’m glad to know we rate above pasta.
Liam came home from school last week with a note in his backpack about a project his class was participating in. This project required that each child send in a picture of their family. I knew that this could pose a problem.
The problem is that I’m usually the one behind the camera so I’m almost never in photos. Scot avoids being in pictures like they are a form of torture. So, most of our pictures are of the kids. I started digging around in my photo archives looking for something of the four of us together.
I found two. That’s it. TWO. One was from when Jamie was just 3 months old. Liam was FOUR. A two year old picture was not going to cut it. The other was from Liam’s preschool graduation. He was 5. When Liam heard that this was the best I had, he was unimpressed. He wanted something from when he was six – understandable given that he just passed that birthday.
So, we made an effort to get a photo. And, we got lucky – in two clicks of the camera we got this:
Of course, Jamie isn’t looking at the camera but this is no surprise whatsoever. I didn’t imagine that would be possible to get a decent picture of all four of us easily. Since he’s not actively screaming as though tortured, I figured it was the closest we were going to get and sent it on in.
Because I can, more pictures:
Look Ma! No snot!
Liam tested for his yellow belt this afternoon. He passed with flying colors and now I must play proud parent and show him off.
Here he is doing his pattern:
What is amazing to me about this pattern is that he had it memorized correctly about 6 classes after earning his second yellow stripe. If I had still had a mind like a steel trap, I would be so much happier.
Getting his new belt from Master Cohen
A very proud Spud
He did a fabulous job. I could hear his voice well above the others when he was reciting the tenets of Tae Kwon-Do (Courtesy, Integrity, Perseverance, Self Control, Indomitable Spirit, and Modesty) as well as the Student Oath
. He clearly knows all he should to be a yellow belt.
Next stop: Green stripe!