It is news to no one that there is a lot of snow happening these days. My poor mother in Massachusetts can barely get out her front door.
Here, we are all very worked up about our four inches. School may never open again.
In the mean time, we are making do. While the temperatures outside hover in the low teens, inside, we are slowly melting into the furniture.
Outside, we have to keep moving to keep from getting frozen in place.
We are like pioneers, exploring a world made new over night.
So far, our pioneering sessions last approximately four minutes. But now that Robbi has reminded me that the children have snow pants, there is some hope of us surviving a trip to the college for sledding this afternoon.