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Storm Story

Round about 8 o'clock this morning I happened to look out of the window to see that the snow was already halfway up the tires of our minivan. I told hubby that he might want to start digging out ASAP if he wanted to make in to work for 9:30AM. Round about 9 o'clock he made it outside to start digging out. About 5 or 10 minutes later he came back in and asked me to get the kids all trussed up in their snow gear so they could help trample the snow in the driveway (no school today, several districts closed up shop last night, the rest this morning). So I got the kids all dressed up and went out there with them.

There was enough snow piled on the front porch in front of the door to make getting out difficult. Out in the front yard the snow was almost up to my knees. Sophia could barely move. Isaiah was happily pouncing on the snow. At one point he was laid out in the snow like a beach bunny gettin' her tan on. Ethan was the only one who made it to the driveway. There was so much snow that he didn't make much of a dent in it. I would have preferred to go back inside, call the college, and tell them that we were snowed in but hubby would not be persuaded.

So there we were trying to shovel a path out of the driveway. The boys were happily crashing through the snow as best they could. Sophia just had me carry her to the middle of the front yard so she could sit and play in the snow. An intrepid teenager with a shovel wondered by and started helping us to dig out. We initially agreed to give him five bucks but after all the work he did he ended up with $20 and a cup of hot chocolate.

I gave up and took the kids back inside once hubby and our helper got around to pushing the car out of the driveway. When all was said and done hubby didn't leave until well after 10 o'clock.

Oh yeah, happy Valentine's Day


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