We survived the Snowpocalypse
In the old days, when map makers didn't know what was beyond the edge of the known world they would write on their masterpieces "there be monsters." It was the geographical equivalent of "I have no friggin clue." Similarly when you go to a restaurant and they say the wait is two hours, that really means, "we have no friggin clue". No one takes two hours to eat, so a wait of two hours means the entire restaurant leaves and is reseated and they still won't reach you. It is the restaurant equivalent of "there be monsters". So when I saw they were calling for more than 24" of snow I knew that the weathermen and women were really saying "there be monsters" and in this case the monster's name was Nemo (when did we start naming winter storms? Creation of a 24 hour news cycle perhaps?).
Dad stayed home on Friday even going grocery shopping Thursday night. I-man stayed home and Bianca cleared everything but class. So by 12:00 noon on Friday all the birds were home in the nest. In fact, we were watching a movie, eating popcorn, and getting toasty by a fire. Then the waiting began. We knew it was going to be bad, but it didn't SEEM like a monster storm. Isaac played around and Dad and Mom followed him. Here he is busting out his Valentine's Day clingies:
We all watched. Around 2 the flakes started really flying but there wasn't a lot of them, just a lot of movement. The day wore on and Isaac was having a grand time entertaining us. Here is Fancy Rambo:
Around 5, just as the last lights were fading, the storm started in earnest. Lots and lots of snow and lots and lots of wind. Isaac, still going strong, began playing with his art supplies. Some of his markers have very tight caps and when you pulls them open he does so across his entire upper body. This occasionally leads to things like this:
As the day ended the snow was swirling and was ready to unleash. The next day, we awoke to see nature's fury. Here it is:
I-man was quite the snow shoveling warrior. He worked with Bianca and I for about an hour outside. He was very good and as you can see he was equipped for the snow--a great pair of boots, a jacket, and snow pants. The only chink in his snow armor was his extra small gloves, gloves he calls his "teeny tiny gloves". These are a pair of gloves from last year that are way, way too small, but they afford him a lot of control so these are the only gloves he really likes.
Every once in a while I-man would take a brake and grab something to eat and drink:
He LOVED the snow. And given that we didn't lose power and we had the ability to remove the snow, we liked it too. As much as we got, the Snowpocalypse turned out to be a good weekend. Dinos are coming up.
Dad stayed home on Friday even going grocery shopping Thursday night. I-man stayed home and Bianca cleared everything but class. So by 12:00 noon on Friday all the birds were home in the nest. In fact, we were watching a movie, eating popcorn, and getting toasty by a fire. Then the waiting began. We knew it was going to be bad, but it didn't SEEM like a monster storm. Isaac played around and Dad and Mom followed him. Here he is busting out his Valentine's Day clingies:
We all watched. Around 2 the flakes started really flying but there wasn't a lot of them, just a lot of movement. The day wore on and Isaac was having a grand time entertaining us. Here is Fancy Rambo:
Around 5, just as the last lights were fading, the storm started in earnest. Lots and lots of snow and lots and lots of wind. Isaac, still going strong, began playing with his art supplies. Some of his markers have very tight caps and when you pulls them open he does so across his entire upper body. This occasionally leads to things like this:
As the day ended the snow was swirling and was ready to unleash. The next day, we awoke to see nature's fury. Here it is:
I-man was quite the snow shoveling warrior. He worked with Bianca and I for about an hour outside. He was very good and as you can see he was equipped for the snow--a great pair of boots, a jacket, and snow pants. The only chink in his snow armor was his extra small gloves, gloves he calls his "teeny tiny gloves". These are a pair of gloves from last year that are way, way too small, but they afford him a lot of control so these are the only gloves he really likes.
Every once in a while I-man would take a brake and grab something to eat and drink:
He LOVED the snow. And given that we didn't lose power and we had the ability to remove the snow, we liked it too. As much as we got, the Snowpocalypse turned out to be a good weekend. Dinos are coming up.