7 Quick Takes: The Global (NON) Warming Edition

Hey, have you heard that it snowed? Yeah, me neither . . .

Yesterday, after climbing snow mountains and tunneling through the front yard, Francie said "Mom, this is the most snow I've ever seen in my whole life. It's great!"

I realized that she's right: this IS the most snow she's ever seen. Given her responsible and precocious nature, I tend to forget that she is a) not, in fact, twenty five years old and b) that she was born in Florida and lived in North Carolina before she ever made it to the Great White North.

Besides, this is A LOT of snow, even by PA standards. The last time it snowed this much around these parts was during the awful winter of 1996, where we seemed to get ten inches of snow every Wednesday. I'm not even kidding -- every Wednesday brought a new snow forecast. It was weird.

Back in 1996, Francie and the rest of the Get Along Gang were merely a hope for my future with Rob. Now look at all of us - we've come a long way, baby.

I apologize that the pictures below are in no particular order. It bugs me, but apparently Blogger and the internet and my computer are having some kind of lover's triangle quarrel and I have no desire to jump in the middle of that and try to monkey around with my tenuous access to the uploading process. I am just grateful to the computer for showing these pictures at all.

Have a great weekend, my friends. If you are snowed in, stay warm and safe. And if you have no snow, I'm sure the entire Mid-Atlantic region would be glad to send you a couple hundred tons for your winter merriment.

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For reference, this is pre-Blizzard 2010 II, when we only had inches on the ground, not feet. I just love that my two little ones bundle up in blankets and sit in the doorway to say goodbye to their big sister and brother on their way out to school. When it is 15 degrees outside, you know it's love. And keep an eye on that small tree directly out the front door -- you won't see it again.

Here are the girls trying to make a snowman. I say trying, because it's mighty hard to maneuver when you are waist deep in snow. Just ask poor Sally. Her brother and sister had to keep digging her out.

This is one of Rob's several passes through with the shovel. It was still snowing furiously at this point and as soon as he got a spot cleared it would be covered right back up. Discouraging, but at least it beats shoveling 19 inches of snow at a pop.

Here's that little tree again. Well, at least the tippy top of it.

Our mailbox. Sue, our mail carrier extraordinaire, still managed to make it around to every box.

Our front sidewalk.

This is a view from our deck, overlooking the snowy woods in our backyard. This was still early in the storm. The snow kept mounding up and then falling off the deck railing as it got too tall.