The above quote is one Jim heard during our first stint here in the midwest. He was referring to a gentleman who was referring to the weather at the time. And here we are, nine years later still quoting that stranger!
If the weather predictions are correct we should be bracing ourselves for a pretty big storm set to hit in a day or two. Storms like this used to make me nervous, "what if we run out of food?, what if I can't get out of the house?, what if we run out of food?" And then, I have to take a breath and realize that it won't be a storm forever. It will pass. The snow won't be melting until March but the plow and salt man will clear the way until the next big storm hits.
And so, here we are on that eve. Refrigerator is stocked, salt bag is full and ready by the door, and cell phone set to the school for notifications of delays and cancellations.
In fact I know it's officially winter here when it's the plow and/or a snow blower waking me up instead of one of my children. That's when I take a quick peek out the window, see what kind of damage has been done and promptly jump back into bed all excited that we might get to stay home that day and just play, and not have to worry about getting snow gear on and getting to school.
Snow gear is so much more fun when we don't have to wear it. Like on the way up to school I bundle up even the girls so they can stay warm and Sara although a little bulky is fine b/c she has the cush of the stroller and this morning blessed me by taking a little cat nap.
It's Ella Jane that is a little draining. She is expected to walk unless I have Sara in the wrap and she certainly lets me know she is not happy about that arrangement. So up and back we go with more than a bit of whining... but I've come to quickly realize it's nothing a little hot chocolate and candy cane can't fix when we walk through the door.
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