A snowball to the face is surely the sign of a lasting friendship (the book thief).
I’m not a fan of the stuff. I’m from Virginia and only remember one week of ice and no electricity, and I was young enough for it to all still be an adventure. It wasn’t until I spent a couple years at USU, in the canyons of Logan, Utah near the Idaho border that I realized how much I loathed the stuff. Oh it is never this cold. First time in 20 years we are closing school on account of the weather. So they claimed. Nice people. Freaking freezing. Nothing like shoveling out your car every morning with absolute certainty that when class ends you wont find a shoveled spot to return too. Might as well walk. In the snow. Up the canyon. Then slide all the way home. I was a natural at that. I tend to fall even when there is no snow.
Once the still-wet-from-the-shower end of my braid snapped off from the cold after walking across campus. Ok. It didn’t happen on its own, but it did happen. The trees yesterday reminded me of that. It is a different cold here and there. Girls would sit in the dorms and file their heels instead of their nails. My nose would bleed a lot. Here my chapped hands bleed instead.
It was dry there. More important to protect every single centimeter of skin from the elements. Here it is a wet cold. Your nose hairs wont freeze in a matter of seconds, but if your coat isn’t heavy enough, the inside of your chest will. My gorgeous green East Coast foliage wasn’t made for the weight of the ice and snow we’ve been having lately. The roads are scattered with deep pot holes. The mature trees are bent over and twisted where not snapped and often chain-sawed right up to the road to clear for inexperienced-in-snow heavy Philadelphia congestion. It almost makes me long for the majestic snow-capped mountains of the west, their serene beauty, the tough-skin bragging rights, the absence of “well, let’s see how the weather cooperates,” not for snow boarding trips, or back-packing trips, or trips to the coast, but for trips to the grocery store. I am the worst offender of all. Cuddle the babies warm in their jammies, sip Chamomile and hermit away till the last frost and remind myself that it is Maui’s rainy season anyway.
In the beginning it was fun. Savanna is getting so big. Last year she was scared to step on the stuff. While she wasn’t exactly rolling and racing around in it, look how far she dared to go before reaching back for “Help. Please help. I stuck.” So polite. So angelic….. when she’s asking for help.
She tried so hard to “crash,” her snowmen over.
Dan came out and taught her how to make snowballs.
We made our snow family.
Savanna walked right over and popped her brother’s nose into her mouth. Paleo treat for the day: strawberries in February.
Then we lost electricity for a few days and broke out some new-to-them battery operated toys. I am not sure they even noticed it was lights out. If you race through any room of this house stomping a little harder than normal something somewhere will inevitably start lighting up color and singing.
Our kerosene heater kept our bedroom nice and toasty. Austin’s still in our room anyway and we lowered his pack and play for Savanna which thrilled her to no end. Literally, she thinks it is no longer off limits and enjoys climbing into and out of it now. Austin’s vibrating bouncer found a place near the side of the bed and he slept so well that I have been sorely tempted to use that thing during some long sleepless nights since. They were happy and warm.
There was some Bounty Bowling.
We had lots of discussions about why/how we once enjoyed camping so much. We definitely want to be that family again, but when the kiddos are a bit older. In my sibling line-up I am smack in between my two eagle scout brothers. You can imagine the hours spent supporting and sampling award ceremonies and pine wood derbies and… and.. and.. and I think the boy and the kid would enjoy exploring the world of scouts together… and I’m not just saying that because we weren’t as prepared (boy scout motto) for this adventure as we aimed to be. (**proud sista alert**
Speaking uncles – the kiddos now have a fire-fighter and a dentist this month – congrats! – add that to the list of teachers, nurses, pa’s, a doctor a lawyer another dentist – what a tremendous list of aspirations my children have just among their amazing aunts and uncles – now if only we all lived closer – xo!!)
Dan doesn’t get upset easily. He got the truck stuck. Then he got the four-wheeler stuck. And then it happened again. And then he came inside and went to sleep.
The ice storm brought some future projects to light. Savanna could not get enough of watching her daddy work. Her hero (and mine).
She had the opportunity to watch him work a lot.
I caught up with some friends (And their gorgeously renovated house. Shower included.) and Savanna got re-introduced to Luke (where 50% of her toys come from and I think she was starting to think of him as Santa Claus instead of a real friend).
Peco put cones up to block our street. Lines were down in 5 places. We have a lot of trees and hills. Power will be back on Friday at midnight. Now power will be back on Sunday at midnight. Didn’t have enough kerosene to last till then and neither did any of the stores we tried. It could have been a lot worse, but it was still quite the week for us.
Feeling rather defeated, we called it and went our separate ways. Dan went to his parents since, well, it’s not like cops get days off due to natural disasters (To be completely honest it wasn’t even that bad, lots of people didn’t even lose power and many had it returned to them a few days later). I am pretty sure Dan was the only city detective with an excuse for not shaving for court by then.
I went down to DC to my sister Kristi’s, which I had been psyched about doing (they had moved and I had had a baby since we last saw them. Savanna loves her cousins, a toddler-friendly house full of new toys, and Kristi’s super welcoming with the whole “can I come crash indefinitely with two babies at your house… right now?” but truthfully I was a bit apprehensive with the kiddos and the drive. It could not have gone smoother on the way down or back up. Austin didn’t cry once and Savanna slept half the time and snacks and library books sufficed for what remained. As I slowly filed in along DC’s 395 re-routed under construction traffic and looked back and saw both were sound I had many “Then Sings My Soul!” moments.
Savanna was a happy pouter on too much excitement and not enough routine. She has started this new “I am going to cry now, OK Mommy?” and then, she does. Oh brother. It was a tough, but adventurous week leading up to this trip with the new sleeping arrangements for heat and the constant bossing for safety with the heater and just a bunch of stuff, she loves her cousins but by the time we got home she just desperately needed to be home (and then we all got sick and had a bunch of make-up re-schedules. I know, wo was us).
KK is the one who taught me everything I know about consignment sales. She has quite the talent for organizing A LOT of toys in smaller-ish spaces. It made me feel a lot less of a hoarder. She is such an awesome mother and teaches me lots. It is OK that I buy some toys for me and not for Savanna and that we have so many. I am the one who plays them with her after all.
Catching up with Kristi is always like taking a chill pill for what really matters and she would probably never suspect it, but she always uplifts and encourages those around her, and I am not just saying that because, um, I was warm and showered, but it didn’t hurt either.
Such perfect friends! Savanna is between the two girls Mikayla and Emma in age and sweet Joshua is such a good example for her with self-entertainment.
Doesn’t this little cutie look like a redhead here? (He isn’t, and that is just fine).
Look at how close in size my two monkeys are.
It snowed while we were gone and then a little bit a few days later and then again a few days after that. Just little bits enough to keep the ice obnoxiously slippery underneath. But the electric-alicity remained.
Sorry mailman. We were away. In fact, I think after a week, the whole street was away, or at least I hope he thinks that, given that all the mailboxes looked like ours. Poor fella. (PS. When we moved in, my city boy didn’t know what putting the flag up meant. So adorable. His grandpa was even a mailman too. Small pond. Huge heart).
There was further damage to our driveway. Sigh. It is pretty bad.
I think we are anti-social enough to just keep parking up top for a while and possibly just paving up there. The slope adds such an expense, and we are more financially focused on our basement, especially the wood stove after this winter, but we will see. Not the thing training wheels are made for by any stretch.
Dear Snow, I understand that we are suppose to see 10-14 more inches of you tomorrow. See the date at the title of this post? That means I have already summed you up for the entire season. Take a hint and smell ya later.