Well, the snow did indeed come, as promised. It wasn't piles and piles of it, but we seem to have gotten a good twelve inches or so, and it's still coming down at this point. I'll probably have to go out and shovel again before EP Dude gets home from work.
Or he could just plow his sedan right through the snowplow mound at the end of the driveway and skid to a stop as best he can before slamming into my car.
I'm going with option B.
Don't look at me like that, it's cold out and I've already changed into my comfy pants.
I did go out to shovel this morning, with Wee Ninja Girl in tow. She was content to just stand on the sidewalk as I shoveled around her for a long time. Then she discovered that I had cleared a path to the road, and I spent the rest of the time shoveling, warning her to STAY OUT OF THE ROAD, threatening to pick her up and bring her back to the front stoop, and then picking her up and bringing her back to the front stoop.
So it took a bit longer to clear the driveway than I had anticipated.
But we did have lots of fun and WNG got to wear her snowpants at last. I love the *zip zip* sound they make when she walks around!
We did not sled down the driveway into the backyard on pillows in garbage bags, cardboard boxes, or any other kind of bootleg sledding device. We did wander around and catch snowflakes on our tongues and draw a baby face in the snow on my car.
WNG had so much fun doing just those simple things that she started crying when we came inside, despite her cold hands and the snow up her sleeves. I had to distract her with YouTube videos of the Muppets, which has become her favorite pasttime.
I will expand on that failure of motherhood some other time. For now, here is the snowbaby all geared up:
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