SNOWper Bowl

The Super Bowl is kinda a weird deal for me.  I'm not really a football person.  It's not that I don't like the game, I've just never developed a passion for it.  Actually, the sounds of a football game on the TV on a Sunday afternoon bring back many fond childhood memories for me.  But it would be a rare occasion that I actually sit and WATCH a game.

But I do love the Super Bowl.  Or correction, I love the excuse it brings to hang out with friends, eat tons of yummy food and just the overall atmosphere.  I really look forward to it.

But it was not meant to be this year.

I'll try to not be bitter as we stay at home and eat frozen pizza for dinner.  Sigh.

I promise not all my posts will be about the weather next week.  Or at least not until the next snow storm hits.  Oh and by the way, they cancelled school AGAIN for Monday.  This does not bode well for me my friends...

On The Brink Of Crazy

Remember my open kitchen windows?

One week later.

Sigh.

Not Ready

It's always a jolt to see your children interact with the world outside of the safe little haven you've created. As parents, we so carefully craft a safe environment, full of love, of lessons, activities and security. We surround our children with the tools they need to exist out in the world, and endeavor to make them well-rounded individuals, but the reality often remains that for the first several years of their lives, we do so within the context of our own 4 walls.

I want my little girls to stay little girls for as long as possible. There is plenty of time for makeup and (God help me) boys. I don't care if my princesses are up (down?) with the latest teeny bopper singing sensation. I love that they still want to wear dresses to school sometimes. I'm comfortable with drawing out childhood for as long as they'll let me. The innocence, the naivety, oh, it just can't be reclaimed once it's gone.

The true test comes sometime among the early elementary years, when their 4 walls open up to a big wide world that's beyond our control. I'll be honest - it's freaking me out. Everything within me wants to pull those 4 walls back upright into the nice, neat, controllable square I'm comfortable with. But I can't. I know I can't.

So where does that leave me?  Knowing I have to let the walls open up, but not wanting them to open too quickly.  Knowing my girls need experiences (some that might hurt a little bit), but not wanting them to experience too much too soon.  Knowing that they have to stretch their little wings to learn to fly, but not wanting them to fly too far.

I don't know.  I'm just not ready.

Snow Bunnies We Are Not

It's a good thing we don't get weather like this too often.  I'd move.

School is cancelled for the rest of the week.

There's a good possibility I might not make it until Monday.

We've been doing lots of this

and this

with plenty of TV watching and cookie baking thrown in for good measure.

Hubs has been out trying to unearth us.

Progress is slow.

The upside is that we've had 3 extra days with Daddy at home.

The only thing keeping me from curling up in the fetal position right now.

That and coffee.

I hope to be back to the reality of school, homework, lessons, and life soon.

Very.  Very.  Soon.

Until then, we'll sled down our front yard.

what else do we have to do?

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How Do Your Drifts Grow?

Five hours ago...

3 hours ago...

Now... 

and there's no stop in sight.

Good thing I stocked up on toilet paper and chocolate...