snow day

Last Friday the weathermen predicted a big storm. I was pumped for a snowed-in weekend, and woke up, oh . . . 20 times that night, checking for snow. Finally I saw the gray light that could only mean moon reflecting off snow . . . unless it was, say, DAWN. The sun rising on a bleak winter day. While the rest of the east coast was dumped on, we stayed dry.

They said it would snow today, too . . . and this time they were right!

I tried to get to work, I really did. Matt drove us. But the higher powers of Old Field had neglected to plow our neighborhood, and we couldn't make it out. In fact, we got stuck on our driveway and had to leave the car until Matt dug it out later.

So we had a real official snow day, snowed in.

Frosted windowpanes.

Somebody gets a little wild when there's inches of snow on the ground.

As you can see, Moose spent a good amount of time tearing around the house in circles. He also LOVES eating snow. I actually enticed him back in the house with a handful of the stuff. He was so eager to eat it, he bolted through the door, leaving behind a WORLD of tasty snow for one little blob on the carpet.

Lots to shovel if we're going to make it out tomorrow!

While Matt was busy shoveling, I got to work making a snowman. I started patting a little ball together until Matt showed me how to roll up a big snowball along the ground, gathering snow as you go. Forgive me, I thought that only happened in cartoons.