Yesterday we only got a dusting, but right now there must be over a foot of the white stuff out there. Its 18F degrees, though, with single digit wind chills, so we haven't taken the Boy outside... They are calling it a blizzard.
None of the local food joints is delivering, and we are in Old Mother Hubbard territory here (were due to restock today), so we are going to have to scrape the bottom of the barrel stuff out of the fridge and cabinets and come up with a creative couple of meals here. The roads are too slippery to take a chance running out to do the grocery shopping, and besides, with the end-of-the-world-is-at-hand mentality that seems to hit here whenever there's an inch or more snow expected, I am sure the shelves are already bare...
Boyo screamed for four hours last night with really bad gas. My head is still ringing from the noise. I hate it when he's that upset and nothing I can do comforts him. It hurts to see him so unhappy. Today he's been much better so far, but he's frantically chewing his teething toys, so I expect snarkiness is in our personal forecast for the day...
We're going to just stay indoors (poor Kev has to go out periodically to shovel) and watch DVDs and do some cleaning and sorely needed baby-proofing around here. Oh, yeah, and laundry. There are ten or more loads of that just sitting here waiting for one of us to feel inspired (or desparate) enough to get started on it...
Hope everyone is safe and warm!
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