ICEpocalypse Now!

We've survived the worst of it. Ice falling from the sky can only mean one thing: Another day locked in the house. Of course not everyone believes this is. I saw three cars stuck in the muck right in front of our house. I felt the urge to go out early this man who was spinning his wheels at the intersection of Red Fox & Arrowhead. He didn't exactly seem thankful. More annoyed that he even tried to go anywhere. When he got out, he turned around and headed back home.




The ice gave the snow super strength. Shoveling the walkway was like a dead lifting competition. My arms are sore. And the cats can walk right out on top of the 2 feet of snow without leaving a pawprint. I on the other hand sink in up past my knee.



Laura & Yuula stayed safe inside, switching out her 3 month clothes she's outgrown and just spending some quality time in general. She's working on a crawl and sitting. Good days work.

Here's some more snow & ice.

Warming Up To It

It's tough to photograph falling snow

I'm having a hard time getting this house warm this morning. The pellet stove is a touchy fellow. His knobs must be in the exact position according to the current temperature, the time of day and the effects of Saturn in the twelve houses as counted from the Moon-sign during its transit. So maybe I miscalculate every now and then.



Laura is off to work and I'm home with the child, who on her own, has just decided to switch up her sleeping/feeding schedule. That's fine. I was getting bored with the old one. She's asleep now, so I can have a little peace, because when she's awake, she's loud. She testing out some new timbres and decibels and decided she likes the rash and loud versions the best. Expecially when that dadblasted moose is hanging over her. Then she's got a lot to get off her chest.



She's just lost her mind in general.



Her loudest yelps tho, come at the telephone. She just loves to hear her mothers voice over the speaker. She gives her a piece of her mind and tells her that if she doesn'y get home to feed her soon that Dad is going to let her drink from the Hennessy bottle.



I have her set up in her little playspot this morning, wrapped in my bathrobe and gave her Sophie. Being quiet this morning. She's usually not awake this early. We're watching Law & Order. It's a good one. Jack McCoy is sticking it to 'em.



Hey look, it's Alps & Roger.

Soup For Breakfast?

Snow means a warm breakfast, my favorite. Laura woke up the yesterday, grabbed a pot and threw it on the stove. I got excited. What did she have in store? Banana oatmeal? Perhaps a breakfast soufflé? When she began to chop pieces off a giant ham and pour a tub of soaked beans in the pot I lost my appetite. She was excited to make her soup. It's her second soup this week.



It is a delicious soup. I taste tested it when I came in from plowing the driveway. Tough work but I like the cold. And we did get our warm breakfast. Cream of wheat sprinkled with fresh berries. The red and purple kind.




Yuula seemed interested but when the opportunity presented itself, she couldn't follow thru. We're gonna have to work on that. Maybe she can learn from the cats.

Morning Greys