Snow Day

When we woke up at 5 this morning, the radio said all the schools were cancelled and there wasn't a flake of snow to be had. By 6 when we finally "officially" got out of bed, it was snowing really hard and I was looking forward to sharing with Conor is first snow storm. It's 2:00 now, though, and pretty much everything is melting.

I saw that by about 8:45 the snow was switching to sleet, so I bundled up Conor and took him outside so he could play in the snow for the first time. Honestly, he was a bit afraid of it, so I ended up making our two tiny snowmen ourselves. Officially, of course, one is a baby snowman and one is Conor's Big Boy snowman. Both are pretty much snowblobs right now, though, not helped in the least by Patches poking them over with his nose out of pure jealousy. (WHY THE ATTENTION TO INANIMATE BALLS OF SNOW WHEN THERE'S A DOG RIGHT HERE WITH A FRISBEE????) It makes sense.

I have to honestly say I don't know how SAHM's do it. I didn't get the breakfast dishes cleaned until after lunch and nap started. And I really have a lot more understanding of how one could get into a toddler food rut if one was cooking all the meals oneself. First, I don't have as big of an imagination as the daycare with its 6 week rototating no-meals-repeated menu. Second, wouldn't you know, we ran out of milk and bread. I don't know about where you live, but down in the south, there's always a run on milk and bread when there is bad whether. I don't really understand why. It's rarely been so bad around here that you couldn't get to the grocery store on the second day of the storm. Do people really think they are going to starve without a fresh supply of milk and bread?? Nonetheless, if you really have to get milk and bread on the night before a winter storm, you do it discretely or risk being perceived as alarmistly uncool. Hence I sent Dave to get our supplies late last night. (His report: the bread aisle was picked clean, but there was plenty of organic milk)

So here we are. This morning before Dave left for work, he asked Conor what the snowmen we built were going to do tonight. "Walk down the street and go to the park," Conor replied as if it were obvious. Indeed it is. Although today, we might have to say they went to the park while he was taking his nap.