Oh, my little tater tot is so sick. It started with diarrhea and throwing up (in the bath, oh yeah) at 6 or so last night. After a clean-up and jammies, he *melted* into the mattress shortly thereafter and slept all night. He slept great all night, no messes. Then he was up at 5am. He was fussy, but not crazy, and usually if we go to him, that's the end of the night's sleep. So we let him fuss for 5 or 10 minutes and he went back to sleep for an hour, and then woke up fussy again. TERRIBLE DECISION!! We should have known right away something was wrong when he was fussy at 5, but I guess sleepiness + being accustomed to letting our kids get themselves back to sleep were to blame. When we got him up, he had had some mess in his diaper, and it basically turned into an acid burn on his skin, and he wouldn't even walk around early this morning, just collapsed on his belly on my legs. Well, it wasn't just the skin getting him down. He threw up more today, and was really a limp doll. I even called the ped. because he was so not himself, but he didn't have any dehydration signs. He spent the *entire* day either sleeping or being held and laying his head on my shoulder. Owen couldn't even get a laugh from him! Owen said at one point, "I like to be a really good big brudder when babies are sick in dis house. I just want Asher to have his smile on!" We kept sips of liquid, bites of jello and maybe 1 saltine down him today and he did perk up after the jello just a bit. At bedtime and naptime though he was asleep before he hit the mattress just from a 1 minute walk around the room with me, and let me tell you, that has never happened with either of my kids. Wow. Well, Asher is either sicker or a more pitiful sick person than Owen ever was...never seen the like of it! Hope it's a 24 hr. bug and asymptomatic by tomorrow.
Would rather have told of my mom's visit this last week, and all the fun had. She and Owen saw Toy Story on Ice at Boston Garden, we did various and assorted fun activities during the week and she babysat some nights for us, which was GREAT!! Don't know how much more there is to tell, but I'm bushed from a day of baby-holding and cleaning/sterilizing!! Speaking of, I forgot a funny. Apparently, before work this morning, Reuel told Owen to wash his hands if he touched Asher. Because let me tell you, Owen washed his hands about 35 times today. If he so much as brushed Asher, he announced that he needed to wash his hands. Very sweetly at one point he said, 'Mommy, I am going to pat Asher because he's not feeling good. It's OK. I can just wash my hands after that so I don't get sick.' Owen is very terrified he's going to start up-chucking after watching Asher, and is decidedly against it :}
Monday, February 28, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Aspiring hipster?
I don't know if Asher was inspired by my recent visit to hipster-zone Williamsburg/Greenpoint with Megan, but he got hold of the crocheted headband I bought from a street vendor, and combined with a pair of lenseless old sunglasses, I think he came up with quite a fashion forward combo. I guess he can't really pull off a hipster look...too chubby. Owen was quick to follow his lead. (Debbie, now you know what's coming in the mail for you... :)
Bye!
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Asher, almost 19 mo.
Seriously, is my baby nearer to TWO than one?!!! Life is moving at light speed.
Asher had his checkup this morning. Owen stayed home with Mom so Asher got a rare spotlight moment. He was on his A game...giggly, energetic, ready to jump in anyone's arms and give hugs, his happy life-loving self. He got rave reviews all around; a full ego-buttering. Dr. Hoder accused him of being a mountain goat...not far off!! He is so strong I could hardly hold him through his vigorous protest of all forms of poking or prodding.
Stats
Head circum: 97%ile
Length: 40 %ile (overall, wobbling around the 50 line)
Weight: 25lb; 40 %ile
So, we thought he was overweight, but Dr. H says, "Not at all!" Nice to know. The boy has a seriously big cranium though!
Asher had his checkup this morning. Owen stayed home with Mom so Asher got a rare spotlight moment. He was on his A game...giggly, energetic, ready to jump in anyone's arms and give hugs, his happy life-loving self. He got rave reviews all around; a full ego-buttering. Dr. Hoder accused him of being a mountain goat...not far off!! He is so strong I could hardly hold him through his vigorous protest of all forms of poking or prodding.
Stats
Head circum: 97%ile
Length: 40 %ile (overall, wobbling around the 50 line)
Weight: 25lb; 40 %ile
So, we thought he was overweight, but Dr. H says, "Not at all!" Nice to know. The boy has a seriously big cranium though!
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Mommy-cation!!!
My fantastic mom is visiting.
Reuel is a wonderful share-the-labors husband.
Result?
Mommy-cation!!!!
My first 2 nights away from both kids, and it was such a wonderful break! Best of all? I got to see the big city with NYC veteran and fab friend Megan!!! Headed down Saturday morning and stayed at her apt. in Brooklyn. I don't know if I could love the city life on a long-term basis, but it was temporarily tantalizing to this suburban hoodie-and-sneakers wearin' momma. The food might do me in...fresh bagels, Little Italy cannoli, brioche-encased egg covered in perfect melted cheddar brunch, Chinatown dim sum, killer Vietnamese sandwiches 2 steps from Meg's front door, bubble tea, *GOOD* sushi (mmm, spicy crunch tuna), fresh well-roasted coffee and a choc chip hazelnut and rosemary cookie to top off. Good thing we did some walking, though I think I'm going to hop on the treadmill tonight to get back to my pre-vacation discipline. The population density juxtaposed with small spaces always surprises. I feel quite crunched in Boston compared to the midwest, but we have elbow room to spare compared to the real cityfolk. It is just shocking how many people can pile into the tiny foyer entrance of a <500 square foot restaurant and wait 30 or even 60 minutes for one of 30 or 40 seats to open up. I was also surprised by just how friendly the folk seemed...guess I'm more used to the New England cold shoulder than I realized. Among other diversions we karaoke'd (well, I'm a chicken but Megan of course blew them away ;), got pedicures, and Chinatown shiatsu massages $20 for a 30 minute session. Wow. Let's just say I'm glad I got a woman masseuse because she was strong enough...yeowch!! Some of the time it was crazy intense, but mostly nice. Dim sum with throngs of Chinese people around big tables is always fun, and the food was good. Stay away from the little custard tarts that look like yummy dessert for the end of your meal though...scrambled egg flavor is not great when you were hoping for vanilla and sugar. Chinese desserts always do that to me. Red bean paste is another sneaky decoy that's gotten me in the past.
Finally, an unrelated observation. I think one of the things that makes us (or indicates that we are) singularly human must be guilt and shame. This occurred to me as I was using my mom's GPS to navigate to Megan's place. Not having used one before, I was nervous to trust it. I had printed a google map of the route, and at one major fork in the road the GPS directed me differently than my map. I decided to defy the GPS, figuring it would just recalculate from the new route I'd chosen, which of course it did. What does it tell you about my upbringing and personality though, that as the GPS said , "Take exit so-and-so to interstate so-and-so" about 6 times in succession, I felt like I was breaking the law ignoring it, and I was getting seriously stressed out and had to really set my mind to disobey after the multiple warnings to comply!! The interesting thing, though, is that after going my own way and passing the recommended exit, I felt the surprising silence of having only defied a machine. I kept expecting to hear the robot-voice say, "You idiot. Why did you do that. Now you've done it," or "Great. Now we're going to get stuck in a traffic jam. If you'd only listened to me." Well, computers don't rub it in. I kept disobeying and the little box just forgave and recalculated every time. It was a kind of therapy! I think we need to do that more for each other. Sad that we have the automatic impulse to expect condemnation and blame from even an electronic voice, don't you think? That sort of after-the-fact rub-in doesn't do much good, especially thinking of parenting. Some empathy over the results of the mistake probably aids my kids' learning more than trying to make them feel bad over it. Maybe this doesn't make sense to anybody but me. Wouldn't be the first time...don't call me an idiot, please!
Reuel is a wonderful share-the-labors husband.
Result?
Mommy-cation!!!!
My first 2 nights away from both kids, and it was such a wonderful break! Best of all? I got to see the big city with NYC veteran and fab friend Megan!!! Headed down Saturday morning and stayed at her apt. in Brooklyn. I don't know if I could love the city life on a long-term basis, but it was temporarily tantalizing to this suburban hoodie-and-sneakers wearin' momma. The food might do me in...fresh bagels, Little Italy cannoli, brioche-encased egg covered in perfect melted cheddar brunch, Chinatown dim sum, killer Vietnamese sandwiches 2 steps from Meg's front door, bubble tea, *GOOD* sushi (mmm, spicy crunch tuna), fresh well-roasted coffee and a choc chip hazelnut and rosemary cookie to top off. Good thing we did some walking, though I think I'm going to hop on the treadmill tonight to get back to my pre-vacation discipline. The population density juxtaposed with small spaces always surprises. I feel quite crunched in Boston compared to the midwest, but we have elbow room to spare compared to the real cityfolk. It is just shocking how many people can pile into the tiny foyer entrance of a <500 square foot restaurant and wait 30 or even 60 minutes for one of 30 or 40 seats to open up. I was also surprised by just how friendly the folk seemed...guess I'm more used to the New England cold shoulder than I realized. Among other diversions we karaoke'd (well, I'm a chicken but Megan of course blew them away ;), got pedicures, and Chinatown shiatsu massages $20 for a 30 minute session. Wow. Let's just say I'm glad I got a woman masseuse because she was strong enough...yeowch!! Some of the time it was crazy intense, but mostly nice. Dim sum with throngs of Chinese people around big tables is always fun, and the food was good. Stay away from the little custard tarts that look like yummy dessert for the end of your meal though...scrambled egg flavor is not great when you were hoping for vanilla and sugar. Chinese desserts always do that to me. Red bean paste is another sneaky decoy that's gotten me in the past.
Finally, an unrelated observation. I think one of the things that makes us (or indicates that we are) singularly human must be guilt and shame. This occurred to me as I was using my mom's GPS to navigate to Megan's place. Not having used one before, I was nervous to trust it. I had printed a google map of the route, and at one major fork in the road the GPS directed me differently than my map. I decided to defy the GPS, figuring it would just recalculate from the new route I'd chosen, which of course it did. What does it tell you about my upbringing and personality though, that as the GPS said , "Take exit so-and-so to interstate so-and-so" about 6 times in succession, I felt like I was breaking the law ignoring it, and I was getting seriously stressed out and had to really set my mind to disobey after the multiple warnings to comply!! The interesting thing, though, is that after going my own way and passing the recommended exit, I felt the surprising silence of having only defied a machine. I kept expecting to hear the robot-voice say, "You idiot. Why did you do that. Now you've done it," or "Great. Now we're going to get stuck in a traffic jam. If you'd only listened to me." Well, computers don't rub it in. I kept disobeying and the little box just forgave and recalculated every time. It was a kind of therapy! I think we need to do that more for each other. Sad that we have the automatic impulse to expect condemnation and blame from even an electronic voice, don't you think? That sort of after-the-fact rub-in doesn't do much good, especially thinking of parenting. Some empathy over the results of the mistake probably aids my kids' learning more than trying to make them feel bad over it. Maybe this doesn't make sense to anybody but me. Wouldn't be the first time...don't call me an idiot, please!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
This day in history
Asher learned to pronounce the word no with precision and accuracy. Memo to his 18-month-old highness: Effective immediately, all former whines, screams and expressions of distaste will now be replaced with whiny, screamy, expressive interpretations of 'NO!'.
Owen sat in the bathtub tonight and said completely spontaneously: "I'm so, so cute. Sometimes I just want to squeeeeze myself." [Editor's note: which of the mortal sins is vanity? #1 or #2?]
Asher was in the worst mood today...as if something physical was bothering him...but it was beyond me what it might be. Later I discovered that he had wolfed a large portion of a bag of dried cherries that I keep in my bag for emergency distraction needs. The diaper blowout at 6pm finally clued me in. Poor guy probably had a pretty sore tummy all day.
I think I learned something about Owen today. It's sort of obvious, and yet I often overlook it as a factor when I'm trying to figure this kid out. He wants to be a GROWN-UP...desperately. It is his prime directive. I suppose that is a typical first child thing. One of the things I struggle with is that he will acquire a grumpy, defiant attitude waaaay more quickly and waaaay more often than I think is healthy, and I start to worry and imagine 10 years into the future how destructive and horrible this will be in teenagerhood. I wrestle with him and myself daily trying to make progress on attitude; never really understanding his motivations and what's going on inside him. Here's today's scenario. We were at music class this morning, and Owen LOVES listening to the music in the car, is always super-excited to go to the class, thinks the world of the teacher, etc. etc. But despite the pre-class hype, often when the class starts up he clams up, gets a grumpy attitude, and gets kind of non-participatory. If I try to include him, he snubs me and gets too cool for school. He gets very adolescent basically. Here am I the mommy, NOT UNDERSTANDING what this is all about. He loves participating, playing and joining in half the time, and then the other (unpredictable) half the time, he's a grump. I vacillate between ignoring the moodiness and goading him into participating, thinking that a 3.5 yr old does needs to know it is not acceptable to have an attitude like this (and is it ever, really, even as a teenager?). Back to the story...one of the times he's grumpiest is during the 'lap sit' songs where we bounce and swing the kids to the music, etc. He won't let me touch him and looks at the floor. Today an idea hit me. I handed Asher to Owen, and asked Owen to do the bouncing. Asher complied happily enough. Owen LIT UP. His chest puffed visibly, and he sang along, bounced, kissed Asher on the face, tried to make him laugh, the works. For the rest of the class he was a different kid, and went around helping the teacher put things away, get things out, and was just a million bucks. I suddenly got it...dumb mommy. Owen does not feel like a little kid inside and really resents being treated like one. He wants to be an adult, and most of the attitude revolves around the authority issue...he feels a bit wise in his own eyes for the ripe old age of 3.5. Treat him like an adult, and voila, you have a very happy kid on your hands. It was an eye-opener for me...this is obvious stuff, isn't it.
Well, now that I'm finally getting it, I'm still confused about how one approaches the issues. I philosophically think it's pretty darn important that he not seem too wise in his own eyes and that he rest comfortably and happily in his place as child under the loving authority of his parents. At the same time, I want to parent him in a way that doesn't exasperate him, and uses his desire for independence as a springboard to true healthy actual independence. So is this wise-in-his-own-eyes-ness something that we need to try to eliminate...put our feet down and over and over again let him experience that he's NOT an adult, and try to bring him back down to size? (That sounds harsh, just exaggerating the point in order to make it.) Or is appropriate to encourage his feeling of power while still enforcing the limits...he *is* a kid, so is there harm in letting him think he's 'all that' as long as we're not letting him run wild? e.g., do I alleviate the attitude by doing things like letting him play the grown-up role in the class today...or do I rather find a way to insist that he participate cheerfully as a child like everybody else? Obedience seems to be inversely correlated with his perception of his own grown-up-ness, I must say. But I find the tension of knowing how much to challenge and how much to indulge his sense of himself VERY CONFUSING. I would like this to be black and white. It probably isn't.
Well, I hope other parents have this figured out or there are a whole lot of people in this world not knowing a lick about how to rear a child!!
Owen sat in the bathtub tonight and said completely spontaneously: "I'm so, so cute. Sometimes I just want to squeeeeze myself." [Editor's note: which of the mortal sins is vanity? #1 or #2?]
Asher was in the worst mood today...as if something physical was bothering him...but it was beyond me what it might be. Later I discovered that he had wolfed a large portion of a bag of dried cherries that I keep in my bag for emergency distraction needs. The diaper blowout at 6pm finally clued me in. Poor guy probably had a pretty sore tummy all day.
I think I learned something about Owen today. It's sort of obvious, and yet I often overlook it as a factor when I'm trying to figure this kid out. He wants to be a GROWN-UP...desperately. It is his prime directive. I suppose that is a typical first child thing. One of the things I struggle with is that he will acquire a grumpy, defiant attitude waaaay more quickly and waaaay more often than I think is healthy, and I start to worry and imagine 10 years into the future how destructive and horrible this will be in teenagerhood. I wrestle with him and myself daily trying to make progress on attitude; never really understanding his motivations and what's going on inside him. Here's today's scenario. We were at music class this morning, and Owen LOVES listening to the music in the car, is always super-excited to go to the class, thinks the world of the teacher, etc. etc. But despite the pre-class hype, often when the class starts up he clams up, gets a grumpy attitude, and gets kind of non-participatory. If I try to include him, he snubs me and gets too cool for school. He gets very adolescent basically. Here am I the mommy, NOT UNDERSTANDING what this is all about. He loves participating, playing and joining in half the time, and then the other (unpredictable) half the time, he's a grump. I vacillate between ignoring the moodiness and goading him into participating, thinking that a 3.5 yr old does needs to know it is not acceptable to have an attitude like this (and is it ever, really, even as a teenager?). Back to the story...one of the times he's grumpiest is during the 'lap sit' songs where we bounce and swing the kids to the music, etc. He won't let me touch him and looks at the floor. Today an idea hit me. I handed Asher to Owen, and asked Owen to do the bouncing. Asher complied happily enough. Owen LIT UP. His chest puffed visibly, and he sang along, bounced, kissed Asher on the face, tried to make him laugh, the works. For the rest of the class he was a different kid, and went around helping the teacher put things away, get things out, and was just a million bucks. I suddenly got it...dumb mommy. Owen does not feel like a little kid inside and really resents being treated like one. He wants to be an adult, and most of the attitude revolves around the authority issue...he feels a bit wise in his own eyes for the ripe old age of 3.5. Treat him like an adult, and voila, you have a very happy kid on your hands. It was an eye-opener for me...this is obvious stuff, isn't it.
Well, now that I'm finally getting it, I'm still confused about how one approaches the issues. I philosophically think it's pretty darn important that he not seem too wise in his own eyes and that he rest comfortably and happily in his place as child under the loving authority of his parents. At the same time, I want to parent him in a way that doesn't exasperate him, and uses his desire for independence as a springboard to true healthy actual independence. So is this wise-in-his-own-eyes-ness something that we need to try to eliminate...put our feet down and over and over again let him experience that he's NOT an adult, and try to bring him back down to size? (That sounds harsh, just exaggerating the point in order to make it.) Or is appropriate to encourage his feeling of power while still enforcing the limits...he *is* a kid, so is there harm in letting him think he's 'all that' as long as we're not letting him run wild? e.g., do I alleviate the attitude by doing things like letting him play the grown-up role in the class today...or do I rather find a way to insist that he participate cheerfully as a child like everybody else? Obedience seems to be inversely correlated with his perception of his own grown-up-ness, I must say. But I find the tension of knowing how much to challenge and how much to indulge his sense of himself VERY CONFUSING. I would like this to be black and white. It probably isn't.
Well, I hope other parents have this figured out or there are a whole lot of people in this world not knowing a lick about how to rear a child!!
Monday, February 14, 2011
More movies
Reuel posted a couple of videos. If you only have time or patience for one, watch the 2nd one ;)
Here's some front yard sledding...
Video: http://vimeo.com/19910613
And here's hip hop Asher...
Video: http://vimeo.com/19910669
Here's some front yard sledding...
Video: http://vimeo.com/19910613
And here's hip hop Asher...
Video: http://vimeo.com/19910669
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Bill
I desperately need some sleep but I'm laying in bed restless because a friend of ours from our church small group is very near to meeting Jesus tonight, if not already gone from us, and he's heavy on my mind. He has been physically suffering with cancer for a long time, and he is brave and as prepared as possible, but I'm not feeling ready to say another goodbye at all. Bill is a remarkable person, and it has been a *privilege* to know him for the months we have had together and to share some of life with him. Please pray for him, his wife and their 3 college/grad school aged kids as they walk this path.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
owensong
Video: http://vimeo.com/19774772
I'm not sure I've seen a much more forced-looking concert. Actually, it wasn't forced and Owen was having a rolicking good time of an afternoon sing with me while Asher was napping. I'm so sorry about the guitar playing. Stay tuned to the end for the reappearance of the Asher leitmotif.
I'm not sure I've seen a much more forced-looking concert. Actually, it wasn't forced and Owen was having a rolicking good time of an afternoon sing with me while Asher was napping. I'm so sorry about the guitar playing. Stay tuned to the end for the reappearance of the Asher leitmotif.
Monday, February 7, 2011
observations
The dangerous part of driving after lots of snow is not slippery roads. It's the zero visibility when turning because of view-obstructing snow banks. Seriously, you just have to inch out on faith sometimes (and there is no reason to have faith it will turn out OK).
The hard part of shoveling after lots of snow is not scraping up shovelfuls. It is the height of old snow over which you have to heave a shovelful in order to actually have it stay on top of the pile, and not just come sliding back down onto the driveway, landing exactly where it began.
The paradigm-shifting part about living with lots of snowy weather is that on a day when the sun comes out and it is 39 degrees, you and your kids feel giddy and comfortable outside without jackets and your son asks, 'Mommy, is it finally time we can go swimming outside, now?' You are forced to reply no, but in truth you are thinking about putting on your sandals.
The hard part of shoveling after lots of snow is not scraping up shovelfuls. It is the height of old snow over which you have to heave a shovelful in order to actually have it stay on top of the pile, and not just come sliding back down onto the driveway, landing exactly where it began.
The paradigm-shifting part about living with lots of snowy weather is that on a day when the sun comes out and it is 39 degrees, you and your kids feel giddy and comfortable outside without jackets and your son asks, 'Mommy, is it finally time we can go swimming outside, now?' You are forced to reply no, but in truth you are thinking about putting on your sandals.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Asher, snoweater
Did some playing in the snow today...sort of. In a way, snow play is pretty limited when there's 3+ feet of it and you're less than 3 feet tall. On the other hand, some freezing rain had put a nice ice crust in the front yard, and Reuel and Owen got up on top of the snow, made a fort, and had fun sliding down the banks. Owen was pretty excited that he could finally reach the low limbs of the cherry tree and attempt to climb it...something he's been attempting for a while. And here I was constantly telling him that you can't climb trees in the winter. Lost some of my preschooler cred on that one.
Asher...he's a puppy dog! All he wants to do outside is eat snow. Any color, anywhere, unless it's a really salty chunk, he'll try to eat it. Reuel got out the spoons so that Asher didn't have to get frostbite trying to grab handfuls with his mittens off (he doesn't like the furry texture he encounters when eating off his mittens).
I am on church cookie duty this weekend, and just finished my 6 batches. Owen is VERY insistent on licking the beater, a privilege formerly claimed by his father. There may be fisticuffs between the two of them at some point, but Owen won today because Reuel was up shoveling the roof when Mommo's triple chocolate cookie batter was complete (I learned my lesson today...those cookies are way too expensive for refreshment hour baking!!). I have heard enough stories and warnings of roof collapses that when I heard some strange creaking in the kitchen, I quickly grabbed the kids and we headed to the living room. But then I saw snow flying and realized Reuel was shoveling up there. A warning would be nice next time :}
Asher...he's a puppy dog! All he wants to do outside is eat snow. Any color, anywhere, unless it's a really salty chunk, he'll try to eat it. Reuel got out the spoons so that Asher didn't have to get frostbite trying to grab handfuls with his mittens off (he doesn't like the furry texture he encounters when eating off his mittens).
I am on church cookie duty this weekend, and just finished my 6 batches. Owen is VERY insistent on licking the beater, a privilege formerly claimed by his father. There may be fisticuffs between the two of them at some point, but Owen won today because Reuel was up shoveling the roof when Mommo's triple chocolate cookie batter was complete (I learned my lesson today...those cookies are way too expensive for refreshment hour baking!!). I have heard enough stories and warnings of roof collapses that when I heard some strange creaking in the kitchen, I quickly grabbed the kids and we headed to the living room. But then I saw snow flying and realized Reuel was shoveling up there. A warning would be nice next time :}
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
daddy's home!
Daddy's lab closed today! So we are all holed up. The snowblower broke...again...so we're really snowed in. We are buying a new snowblower when we can, enough with the bucket of bolts already.
Today's agenda included blowing up the air mattress as an impromptu bounce-house when combined with the couch, lunch picnic while skyping with Melissa, Galen, Hannah and Graham, snow shoveling, sledding, and various other fun.
If you give your kids a piece of chocolate cake and then walk away for a while, bad things happen. I guess I assumed he'd want to *eat* it.
Granted, it's a snowblower pile and not the *true* level of the snow, but it's not *that* much higher...Owen next to the pile for scale reference.
Looking out the living room windows! I wonder how the shrubs will survive all of this...
I thought we had a lot of snow til I saw some Chicago Tribune pictures. Here's Lakeshore drive as of this morning (cars just abandoned):
What a sight!
Today's agenda included blowing up the air mattress as an impromptu bounce-house when combined with the couch, lunch picnic while skyping with Melissa, Galen, Hannah and Graham, snow shoveling, sledding, and various other fun.
I thought we had a lot of snow til I saw some Chicago Tribune pictures. Here's Lakeshore drive as of this morning (cars just abandoned):
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
pictures
Eh. I can't capture it well with a camera. Oh well, I shot a few quick ones.
That's a snow pile way above the handrail which goes up two large steps to the front door, and you can see how high the snow is compared to the van on the far side.
Moose's hutch is almost getting buried! Snow's about halfway up the garage.
There's a kid's swing in there somewhere.
Weird to see snow piled above the height of the sliding doors!
The North Pole
We had adventures this morning! After enough snowstorms and cancellations, I think all of us decided to give the weather a piece of our minds and ignore it. There were lots of folks out as the snow was coming down (and still is) this morning. We went ahead to our music class and swimming lesson, and it took about 3 times as long for each leg of the trip, the anti-lock brakes were getting a fair workout, and 30 on the highway felt like 80. The kids accumulated about 2 inches while riding in the stroller at one point, which they did not much enjoy. I was soaked to the knees after all of this, even with boots on. I wanted to win and say it was all worth it, but next time we're staying in. :P I am going to try to grab some outside photos while the kids are resting/napping today. It's surreal! How's this for a forecast, on top of snow that already reaches to the bottom of the windows on the front of the house? (My favorite line is, "Snow in the morning...Then snow..." Very accurate depiction of the reality: snow, snow and more snow.)
| Today | ||
 | Snow Hi: 21° POP: 100% | Snow. Snow accumulation of 4 to 8 inches. Cold with highs in the lower 20s. Northeast winds 5 to 10 mph. Chance of snow near 100 percent. |
| Tonight | ||
| Snow Lo: 20° POP: 90% | Snow with a chance of freezing drizzle. Additional snow accumulation of 1 to 3 inches. Ice accumulation around a trace. Not as cool. Near steady temperature in the lower 20s. North winds 5 to 10 mph. Gusts up to 20 mph in the evening. Chance of precipitation 90 percent. |
| Wednesday | ||
 | Rain And Snow Hi: 29° POP: 100% | Snow in the morning...Then snow...Sleet and freezing rain in the afternoon. Snow May be heavy at Times in the morning. Additional snow and sleet accumulation of 4 to 8 inches. Ice accumulation around a trace. Cold with highs in the upper 20s. Northeast winds 10 to 15 mph. Chance of precipitation near 100 percent. |
| Wednesday Night | ||
 | Snow Showers Lo: 13° POP: 90% | Snow showers. Lows around 13. North winds 5 to 10 mph. Gusts up to 30 mph in the evening. Chance of snow 90 percent. |
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