More snow

I used to really like the snow. The soft flakes making everything look pristine and quiet...the teamwork of neighborhood snow removal...snowball fights and icicle fencing. Not so much anymore. The morons getting stuck on the roads, the bundling needed just to take out the trash, the picked over grocery shelves: all of it has gotten old.
I know for next year I'll be better prepared with a toboggan, multiple sleds, waterproof mittens for the whole family (the long ones that cover your forearm), easy-on snow boots. S and I aren't regular skiers so we don't have all the waterproof gear and it would have been SO nice to shovel 72" of snow without your corduroys getting soaked through every time. No wonder we are all recovered from colds.

Hey, I can stay in my PJs for another day, and not go outside?! Ok!

Mommy's turn to shovel.

Cold and red-faced from snow play.

Too cold!

Well, they had to do something...
At least I had the sense to put all their outdoor toys in the playhouse before the snow. It was actually nice and cosy in there with the snow as insulation.
Daddy...?
Ice dam on the roof over the playroom caused a leak. S spent four hours chipping off the ice to get rid of the melted snow behind the gutter ice dam.
While I was taking this photo and shoveling a path around the house, Zoe managed to get three rungs up the ladder to the roof. She was extremely upset that she wasn't allowed to go up and help daddy.
Craft time.
The week and a half home-bound really brought out my inner Martha Stewart. We baked, had three-course dinners, hot lunches, painting time, played "paper shapes," made play-doh people...I organized the linen closet, cleared out the pantry, re-arranged the play room. On the one hand, I could get used to this. On the other hand, it was invigorating to go back to work. Working mom = multiple personality disorder, reaffirmed once again.