Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Buried


There is not one battery, shovel, or gallon of milk anywhere near here. D.C.'s record snowfall has all of us feeling a little like we live in Buffalo (an ill-equipped version of Buffalo).


For us it has been school as usual, and sledding for PE. I keep telling the kids they will thank me when they still have a Spring Break to enjoy.

Because Spring. Will. Come.

Just trying to remember that as I sit here now waiting for the next 10-20" inches to fall.


I love this.... Hannah wanted to make sure Molly's scrapbook included the big snow, so we had a little photo shoot...



3 comments:

  1. Spring. will. come.
    Spring. will. come.
    Spring. will. come.

    Over and over and over again :)

    Stay warm, friend... they say this one's gonna be a doozy!

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  2. This was adorable Jen. Isn't this just unbelievable! W'eve had power so I can't complain. ... as the wind howls!!

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  3. Ha, ha! Loved Molly in the snow!

    I live about an hour from Buffalo and we've only had a dusting of snow while you are getting buried. So strange! We WANT to get snowed in, too!!! (And with the advent of our next big storm I'll likely regret wishing this on myself :o) !!!) Enjoy!

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