Okay, so I'm a few days late. But I really did have every intention of doing a self-portrait on Tuesday. But then I was sick with a cold and also had to be a mom and a chef and an accountant and a maid and a dinosaur and a train engineer and an artist and a referee whatever else was needed, so I forgot. Sorry.
So today we got our first significant snow fall of the year. Which I have to admit I was a tiny bit excited about because I finally broke down and bought a decent pair of snow boots. (I know, I've lived here over six years. I think I was just in denial.) Glamorous, no?
Okay, not the most beautious things, but they're from Land's End (where else?), so they'll last forever. And they were on clearance and free shipping. See? They look better already, right? Plus, they're moasty-toasty and waterproof, which is really all you need in snow boots.
It's my job to clear the snow on weekdays, mainly so Lance can pull into our driveway when he gets home. I don't mind; it takes all of 15 minutes with our snowblower. It stopped snowing around 2:30 and Cole decided to take a nap then, so out I went.
It was cold. And windy. A lethal combination.
And my hair was in a ponytail, so all of my growing-back-in baby hairs are sticking out from my ear warmer. It's a good look.
I got a "Snow Blown in your Face at High Velocity" facial. Nice.
And I made a rookie snow blower mistake: I left the garage door open. Oops.
I find it ironic that it's the snow shovel and sled that took the most snow.
And now I'm sitting, nice and warm in my kitchen, and it's snowing again. Hard. Harder than ever. Oh well.
In other news...
Cole is still obsessed with graham crackers. In fact, he has already come to expect them after every lunch and whines and whines and whines until I remember to give them to him. (A maneuver he learned from his brothers, I'm sure.)
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