Dig it

Winter arrived on cue overnight, dumping a metric bunch of wet snow
on our lovely neighborhood.

I spent last night giddy about the predicted storm — snow seems like
a lot of harmless fun when you're both a renter and a telecommuter.
Plus, I own real, honest-to-god snowboots for the first time since I
was a kid. Inside those, I feel damn near invincible.

Then Jordan and I remembered that despite our snowful years in St.
Paul and Boston, we'd never owned a car in a snowy climate. When will
they plow our street? Where will we park? Shouldn't we buy a shovel?

So, on our walk back from Baxter's soccer class at the Y, we stopped
at Walgreen's to buy a shovel to dig out the car. (And, as it turns
out, to clear our stairs and sidewalk, despite our landlord's early
assurances that he's always "right out there with the snowblower when
the first flake lands.") We managed to clear the car this morning in
time for Jordan to get to work, but her lunch-time assignment is to
go to Target to buy a scraper or two.

Baxter was thrilled to don his full snow regalia to school:
snowpants, Michelen Man jacket, mittens, neck gaiter, hat AND hood.
Lyle is eargerly awaiting his first snow plow sighting. I had
fantasies about cross-country skiing around the neighborhood today,
but the snow's far too wet for anything more than some killer snowballs.

I'm sure we'll have more snowy stories over the weekend. This is,
after all, the first time that snow has fallen on the boys' own home.