It snowed. In DC, it doesn't matter how much; the mere prospect of a few flakes is enough to close schools and, well, the federal government, too. So you can imagine the chaos when close to a foot fell in a couple of hours that overlapped with rush hour. Folks were stranded in traffic for up to eight hours on trips that usually took them 45 minutes. Live wires, downed trees, no power, cars abandoned on the roads, even thunder and lightening.
There are times when Greg and I gripe at our 'urban' bungalow's proximity to an ugly stretch of a busy road. Two days ago was not one of those times. Greg hopped on the Metro, walked two short blocks, and was home in 15 minutes. Our power remained on. He shoveled. Buzzy built a snowman. And dumped a container of sequins over it. Who needs a corncob pipe when there are sequins?
The next day, I was determined that the girls get out there and enjoy the winter wonderland. We bundled up. Then we had to go to the potty. Then we bundled up again. Approximately 50 minutes after the process started, we headed outside.
"Sledding" consisted of me pulling Buzzy in a sled up our unplowed street while wearing Rosie. We finally found a teensy-grade hill, but Buzzy seemed a little hesitant. I forced her down a couple of times; she said it was fun but she was ready to go home. Then she freaked out because a couple of random snow clumps were in her sled. Then she insisted on taking off her mittens. Then the sled ran over her bare hand. Then we came home. The end.