We had a few mini snow storms in December, and although they were wimpy by New England standards, I was quite pleased since we really have had no snow to speak of for a little under three years. I know this for a fact, since today is Dorothy's third birthday and the December in which she was born, followed by that February broke all snow records for Philadelphia, yet since I picked up Dorothy in March of 2011, we have had no more than about two inches twice.
And Dorothy is a Maine girl who loves to frolic in the snow! And I love snow unless I have to travel in it! (Although I do have an irrational fear of going to work on a snowy day and getting stuck in the city. I tell myself it should be a pipe dream, since I could stay in a hotel, say, and get my first uninterrupted night of sleep since Owen was born. But still, my boys need me!)
But where was I? I am blogging rusty, so you'll have to forgive my digressions. Anyway, I love snow and am hoping that we will get a big storm this year--I'm talking about 24 inches of snow. I'm thinking I'll have to get my sister, Martha, to visit, since whenever she is scheduled to fly here there is a storm that prevents it happening.
But we had at least two respectable snows here in December--each about four or five inches. I even had a snow day on one of them, and stayed home and played with Owen. I took him outside in his snow pants, parka, boots, and mittens. Of course, in a cliched way, it took me about 30 minutes to get him bundled up, which ended up being more than the time we spent outside. He liked it though! He gets frustrated with his coat, as it is a little stiff and is designed for a kid with a neck like a giraffe, whereas Owen is a Boy With Very Little Neck. But he was intrigued. Here are some pictures of our house and yard and Owen in the snow:
Looking at the pictures makes me wonder--just how do you put mittens on a toddler? I can only get them half on and then they hang all skewed and bunched and make his hands useless. There has to be a better way.
Poor Dorothy wasn't able to enjoy these two storms much, since she had injured her leg with some vigorous hill-running, and so was on bed rest more or less. She did very much enjoy the snow in her yard; we just didn't let her do much frolicking in it.
And I shall end with a picture or two of the birthday girl. Happy Birthday, Dorothy! You're my favorite bulldogge, even though I am not your favorite human!