Blizzard!

And not the good, Dairy Queen kind. The snow kind.

Started last Friday around 1 p.m. and didn't stop until Saturday night. I'd say we probably got 30 inches of snow at our house, and with the blizzard conditions it was blowing and swirling all over.

Schools were closed on Friday in anticipation of the weather. This was such a big storm that this area is not at all equipped to handle it.

The kids still aren't back in school.

They've had 6 days off.

Tell me they'll really go back on Monday?!?

They've pretty much totally zoned out this entire time. Video games all morning, podcasts all afternoon, spending an hour of outside time and that's it, then back inside for more down time, dinner, then more screen time. I had 2.5 days off work, but Tod didn't miss any time. I loved every second of the down time, I'll tell you that – I could get used to a life of leisure (though I'd prefer if I could actually leave the house).

The kids' brains might be mush by now.

Reed hung out with friends a bit, but mostly he'd rather be home. Amy too, I guess.

It's supposed to warm up in the next few days so hopefully a lot of this snow will melt (it's still pretty much one lane on all the neighborhood roads) and things can get back to normal.

I vote for no more snow!

Little by little

Wednesday is laundry day around here (though it feels like laundry day comes much more frequently than just weekly). It's one of my two telework days, so I take advantage of being at home to multi-task. Greatest thing ever. Usually I have to retrieve the kids' dirty clothes from their rooms, but a couple of month ago, Reed started bringing his laundry basket to our room as he headed downstairs on Wednesday mornings.

YAHOO!

Okay so I realize that this might be more a function of him running out of pants, so that triggers him to think 'hey is it laundry day?' but I am still taking it as a victory.

He is doing something that makes my life easier. I love it!

And speaking of pants - I think I've written about this before - but Reed still doesn't like to wear pants that have buttons/zippers. I blame myself for this, because I've always chosen comfortable clothes for him (what one year old needs to be super stylish in cool jeans?) but I keep hoping he'll grow out of it. At the start of fall, we went clothes shopping and he got a pair of jeans and a couple of pairs of jeans-like pants. Then he kept on wearing shorts, despite the temperature, because he "didn't have any pants." Eventually he decided it'd be better to not freeze, and he's been wearing what he considers "fancy" pants more frequently. And lately he isn't even complaining about it! I dare not ask if he actually finds the pants semi-comfortable now...don't want to draw attention to it. But that's what I'm hoping. Maybe, just maybe he's starting to care how he dresses??? Who knows.

Oh and he still loves silly socks, which makes me very happy.