Posts Tagged ‘weather’

some more snow pictures

Snow is melting…we’re about to get more….and I haven’t posted the last pictures yet! Here are a few more pics from our snow.

Little Mary in the Big Snow.


Mary had to pause to take an important call.

Mary told Conor that she was cooking. From her cookbook.

Hmm. No pictures of Wesley in this post. This is at least partly because he hates snow. Hates it. That’s my boy.

One final pic: I asked Mary to pick ONE recipe from the Pioneer Woman’s cookbook to make this week. I put a marker in before the desserts and told her that she should pick something before that–a real food, not a dessert.

She then picked…cinnamon rolls.

They were really good, in an excessive, sweet, gooey kind of way. When they were gone, I found this:

Mary is getting so old! She just notified me (after drawing a “w”) that “w” stands for “wiggle,” “Wesley,” and “water.”


snow day snuggles

Wesley and Mary have watched lots of movies this week.

Sweet kids!

The second snow came. It snowed all night, obscuring our path from the house.

more snow.

The next day–and still snowing:


5 days + 2 kids + 0 outings for said kids + winter = one-way ticket to Crazytown.


So, we ventured out in a small and tentative way—Conor went and dug out the Cavalier, which he had the foresight to park at the end of the drive, while I took the kids out to the back porch to play in the snow. There was about a foot of snow on the porch–more in the drifts, less in the protected places. Mary was into it. Wesley…not so much:

Climbing on a drift–luckily she wasn’t heavy enough to really break through:

“You want me to do WHAT with the snow?”

Snow all over the bushes–this is why there are downed trees all over the area:

Conor, industriously shoveling out the car:

Mary doesn’t want to go inside. Note the adorable hand-knit hat–I love how it turned out.

Conor drove around the block; he said that one side of our house toward town is pretty clear, the other direction not so much. I expect I’ll be able to get to the university tomorrow. But there will still be enough snow for the kids to play in if they’re brave enough to go out in it again. We came in and did a workout DVD to try to burn off some energy before their naps–Wesley is strangely good at the Cardio Cabaret burlesque workout.

Just so you know…

We’re still here, we still have power, and we still have…oh…about 2 feet of snow. Or more. I’m not sure.

missing pictures

I was going to get the kids bundled up to go play in the snow and take adorable snowy pictures.

Then I went outside to get their coats from the car.

The snow is over my knees in most places. The kids, as you might expect, are not going out. So, no cute kid snow pictures. Sorry. Seriously, this snow is unreal–lots of it, and it’s the really wet, heavy kind. Walking down to the end of the driveway and back was enough to make it clear to me how people used to get lost in the snow and die of hypothermia–our driveway has never seemed so long!

From indoors, though, it’s sort of interesting to watch. At least as long as we have heat/power.

the sun is back!

I have three loads of laundry on the line, two kids sacked out after playing in the wading pool (well, Wesley watched), newly-planted tomatoes, squash, flowers, and peppers, and my back porch–wait for it–is clean!

Our porch has always been the dumping-ground for all things homeless. Broom doesn’t store anywhere? Stick it on the porch. Extra chair in the way? On the porch. Box of annoying basement things that are mostly trash but maybe some should not be thrown out? On the porch. In our defense, I don’t think we started it. I think it was the way that my parents and in-laws handled the space problems of helping us move in. Things HAD to go somewhere, so they went out there. (Especially since, when we have houseguests, we actually eat at the table…which means, again, things have to go SOMEwhere.) This is a reasonable way to unpack (and allow me to register here my gratitude for the help unpacking, especially since we have 27 bookcases). It is not, however, a reasonable way to live.

Not anymore. I decided that I spend too much time out there during the summer to tolerate it. So I went on a mad porch-cleaning mission. Some things that I found:
* my mop, which someone put out there and which fell over the edge into the bushes (?).
* One of the sealing discs for Wesley’s bottles.
* 6,000 caterpillars (they are not actually on the porch but in the bush beside it).
* four wastebaskets. I don’t know why. They’re plastic. I hosed them off and bleached them and now they are drying, waiting to be reinstated. Solves the question of why we keep standing in our bedroom with a used Kleenex, saying, “Didn’t we once have a wastebasket in the bedroom?”
* Two styrofoam coolers, one with lid.

and, last but not least, a complete badminton set that does not even belong to us.

I’ll take pictures when I’m finished setting up–right now everything is off the porch except the lawnmower, because I washed everything. Our chairs will go back up there, as will a few other things. And then I will sit in the chair, drink a mint julep, and fan myself.