According to the news, by January 21st last year we had already had 31 inches of snow in NY. The average for the young month is 9 inches. Saturday, we got about 5-6. So all in all, not so bad. But still unwelcome! I was enjoying our seasonably warm winter until this hit.
But we tried to make the best of it. Since it was Saturday, we didn't have to be anywhere. So Matt started a fire.
And at about 8AM our house already looked like this. Notice Noah, standing at the train table, surveying the damage. We were lazy for a bit. Watched some movies.
Played with some "new" toys that we brought out from storage.
And just basically hung out (and for some reason, we hang out in the kitchen a lot).
Every 10 seconds, Matthew asked if we could go outside and go sledding. I told him no 50 million times. Then I finally told him yes. Think he was happy about that?
We bundled up a-la Randy in A Christmas Story.
Matthew was happy just to walk in the fluffy stuff.
I took him to the school for a little sledding. And we stayed out until our noses were runny and we couldn't feel our hands.
Then we warmed up inside and Matthew busted my chops to play my iPad.
Today we're scheduled to get close to 50 degrees. That's more my winter style! The snow was a nice change for the day, but I'm over it!