Week 3- Let It Snow!

Since moving south 10 years ago, I've grown to accept that I might never again see a white Christmas (unless we are in Nova Scotia for the holidays). I am of the mindset that if there is no snow for Christmas, I don't want to see it at all. Well, on Thursday afternoon, the snow started to come down, and we were sent home early from school. I picked up Nora from day care, and by the time I got to her, driving visibility was pretty much 0%. Since I didn't get my drivers license until 3 years ago, this was my first time driving in the snow. It really didn't bother me. I guess you can't take the Canadian out of the girl when it comes to "hazardous" driving conditions.

I even snapped a picture of my windshield to send to my sister while stopped at a red light in bumper to bumper traffic on Broadway.

Anyway, once we got snuggled in at home, Nora took to the window to watch the snow come down (and to see the cars get stuck on the hill in front of our house).

By dinner time, the school superintendent, Dr. McIntyre, had already called off school for Friday. Score! Now I remember what snow is good for besides providing a pretty backdrop for twinkly lights. I very excitedly looked forward to taking Nora out to play the next morning. Snow men! Snow angels! General snow day frolicking was to be enjoyed by all.  Right?!

 Er... notsomuch. She very hesitantly walked down the driveway while holding my hand. Crunch, crunch, crunch under our feet. And then, the lip started to quiver. I got down and made a snow angel. The real tears started. I picked up the snow and tossed it whimsically about. The snot started running down her face. I held the snow in front of her to see that it wasn't that bad. She had a complete meltdown.

Maybe next time? Whenever that might be.

In other news, Nora came down with a stomach bug. I won't write about the gory details, but let's just say that it was a well-rounded stomach bug. We spent much of this long weekend inside since she was under the weather. During this time, she reminded me why spending money on toys is a complete waste.

Today, she finally seemed to feel better. She hadn't eaten more than a few nibbles in a few days, but finally, her appetite seemed to be re-emerging. She asked for milk with her breakfast (I guess she was tired of water and pedialyte), and she gleefully snatched my sandwich out of my hand at lunch time.

Since she seemed to be feeling better, and since the snow is gone (You didn't think it would actually last, did you??), and since it warmed up a little, we took Nora outside. She hoofed it up and down the yard a dozen times, enjoying the sunshine and the fresh air.

Here she is, clearly on a mission.

So, I guess we survived week 3 of 2013, despite Mother Nature's best efforts.