I've lost track of how many days school has been cancelled this year for snow that never came to be. We've had cancellations that amounted to 30 minutes of flurries, and even just rainy days. But today was the real deal, complete with a foot of snow, they say (I haven't check the news), and no power (of course). But Daddy made the snow day SO much fun that even after the power came back on shortly before sunset, the kids insisted on still “playing” no power. So we finished art projects by candlelight, ate dinner with flashlights, and built sleeping tents in their rooms. He's so good HE should be the stay-at-home" parent!
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Andrew's art, turned the wrong direction. |
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Míchael's art - 1,000 times better than anything I could have created! You should see the birds in person. |
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Margaret's art - she didn't get the concept of holding up her paper NEXT to her face instead of in front of it, but I assure you she was howling "cheese" behind the paper! |
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Margaret's tent |
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Andrew's Tent |
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Singing, "You are my Matthew, my only Matthew" (i.e. "You Are My Sunshine") before heading out in the snow. It's amazing how intently Matthew listens/watches whenever either one of them speaks or sings to him. It still brings a tear to my eye everytime I walk in on the spontaneous moment. |
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A split second after the biggest smile I've seen...no camera in the world is fast enough yet, but I promise it's a really, really sweet smile:)
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This all occurred after a failed attempt to get to Richmond, fearing our power may be out for a couple of days. The interstate near Charlottesville was fine, but as we drove, it got significantly worse very quickly. This picture doesn't do it justice, but the road was awful, alternating between slippery pavement and mounds of packed down snow/ice, forcing 5-15 mph travel. It was one lane zig-zagging to avoid the dozens of trees that were down sometimes within just one mile. It was luck there was never a tree tall enough to completely cross the road... at least there wasn't before we turned around.
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