So I thought I'd take a moment to record the momentous occurence here in Georgia that is likely to be known as "The Blizzard of '11." It will probably go down with the Blizzards of '87 and '93. In fact, the Blizzard of '87 is where we learned that while those of us from the North probably CAN drive in the snow and ice, Southerners stay inside for a reason...
So today we decided to go outside. We had a choice of going out the front door into an 18" drift, or...well, no, the back door was frozen shut and had a 12" drift behind it. OK, so there was the garage, but where was the fun in that. So we bundled up C and Daddy into their winter gear - yes, we actually have ski pants, ski gloves, jackets, hats, and scarves just for the off-chance we might have one of these weeks. We bundled the twins up in their winter gear, which is to say, we layered on half of their wardrobe because we don't have winter gear for them. This includes tiny gloves for each girl. B found them very interesting. A was NOT amused...
We go outside. C decides to step over the snow drift on the front porch...that doesn't really work, so she decides to back up all two feet from the drift to take a running leap OVER the drift...and finds out that a face full of snow doesn't really feel that great. She makes it over, and now it's time to haul two protesting teeny toddlers out the door. They were not happy campers. I set them down in a spot thoughtfully cleared by Daddy...with his butt...isn't he a wonderful (albeit very bruised) Daddy?
And they're off!! C and Daddy took the sleds (they are really scraps of plastic with a very slick coating on one side) to the street (where it was icy but not as snowy) and prepared to rocket to the bottom. OK, any moment now...we're gonna move...try laying on your belly, C...or don't...hey, what would Mommy know...I am informed by both parties that these sleds are clearly broken. "OK, give it to me," sighs Mommy. Remember how I mentioned there is a slick coating on one side? I realize it might be rocket science, but THAT is the side you put on the ICE. My Northern upbringing must be showing...So Mommy sits bottom on the sled, grabs both handles...and shoots down the hill like she's taking the flag at Nascar! Unfortunately, sleds don't turn as well, and Mommy ends up rolling off the sled at the bottom of the hill...I meant to do that...
So I make it back up the hill to where my astonished daughter and DH stand slack-jawed, and notice that A has decided this is all very well and good, but there is a perfectly DRY, WARM house where she could remove two-thirds of her clothing and be playing. B, on the other hand, is determined to learn more about this white wintery world...until she walks face first into a B-sized drift. At that point, both girls begin to howl in terror. So I drag those two back inside and leave C and Daddy to the wonders of a snowy playground. They stay outside for another 30 minutes, which is just enough time for Mommy to peel layers off of the twins, hang everything out to dry, change diapers and clothing, clean noses, and wipe all of the water off of the hallway flooring. Daddy walks in and says, "Now that's you've had a rest, what about lunch?" as he drips all over the freshly cleaned floor...
So with great forebearance, Mommy makes lunch, and sends all of the girls off for a nap. I work out with my Wii (oh hello muscles...owowowowowow), Daddy returns to working from home, and all is well in the Surette house. Tomorrow is supposed to bring a brief thaw from about noon to sun-down, and then it's below freezing until Friday. It's gonna be interesting!
So today we decided to go outside. We had a choice of going out the front door into an 18" drift, or...well, no, the back door was frozen shut and had a 12" drift behind it. OK, so there was the garage, but where was the fun in that. So we bundled up C and Daddy into their winter gear - yes, we actually have ski pants, ski gloves, jackets, hats, and scarves just for the off-chance we might have one of these weeks. We bundled the twins up in their winter gear, which is to say, we layered on half of their wardrobe because we don't have winter gear for them. This includes tiny gloves for each girl. B found them very interesting. A was NOT amused...
We go outside. C decides to step over the snow drift on the front porch...that doesn't really work, so she decides to back up all two feet from the drift to take a running leap OVER the drift...and finds out that a face full of snow doesn't really feel that great. She makes it over, and now it's time to haul two protesting teeny toddlers out the door. They were not happy campers. I set them down in a spot thoughtfully cleared by Daddy...with his butt...isn't he a wonderful (albeit very bruised) Daddy?
And they're off!! C and Daddy took the sleds (they are really scraps of plastic with a very slick coating on one side) to the street (where it was icy but not as snowy) and prepared to rocket to the bottom. OK, any moment now...we're gonna move...try laying on your belly, C...or don't...hey, what would Mommy know...I am informed by both parties that these sleds are clearly broken. "OK, give it to me," sighs Mommy. Remember how I mentioned there is a slick coating on one side? I realize it might be rocket science, but THAT is the side you put on the ICE. My Northern upbringing must be showing...So Mommy sits bottom on the sled, grabs both handles...and shoots down the hill like she's taking the flag at Nascar! Unfortunately, sleds don't turn as well, and Mommy ends up rolling off the sled at the bottom of the hill...I meant to do that...
So I make it back up the hill to where my astonished daughter and DH stand slack-jawed, and notice that A has decided this is all very well and good, but there is a perfectly DRY, WARM house where she could remove two-thirds of her clothing and be playing. B, on the other hand, is determined to learn more about this white wintery world...until she walks face first into a B-sized drift. At that point, both girls begin to howl in terror. So I drag those two back inside and leave C and Daddy to the wonders of a snowy playground. They stay outside for another 30 minutes, which is just enough time for Mommy to peel layers off of the twins, hang everything out to dry, change diapers and clothing, clean noses, and wipe all of the water off of the hallway flooring. Daddy walks in and says, "Now that's you've had a rest, what about lunch?" as he drips all over the freshly cleaned floor...
So with great forebearance, Mommy makes lunch, and sends all of the girls off for a nap. I work out with my Wii (oh hello muscles...owowowowowow), Daddy returns to working from home, and all is well in the Surette house. Tomorrow is supposed to bring a brief thaw from about noon to sun-down, and then it's below freezing until Friday. It's gonna be interesting!
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