Yesterday they had a snow day that consisted of an inch or two of icier snow. It snowed in the morning and then all day it sleeted and rained and just hovered around freezing. A very yucky day, but of course, the kids played and sledded and built and very dirty (lots of grass included) snowman.
The weather reports indicated we would get 5-8 inches of snow, but it had already turned over to rain and the roads were not that bad. The kids were doubtful. We got a text right before dinner that there would be no school on Thursday either because of conditions coming, which was perplexing.
And then it started to snow.
Huge Snowflakes. And they just kept coming. And coming. We watched the Olympics and it kept coming. We measured and we had 3 inches. And it kept snowing. The kids went to bed and I watched Olympics a little more. A little after midnight, the little kid inside me couldn't handle it any more. I had to go check things out.
In my flip flops and bathrobe, I went outside and snapped a few photos.
I let Omar out and was pleasantly surprised that he loved it too! I say pleasantly surprised because he hates being cold and he hates being wet?
Snowpocalypse or Snowmageddon? Maybe not - but for us, we can dream, can't we?