snowed in

"Snowmageddon." Yes, that was seriously the front-page Sunday headline of our local paper.
{For a town that prides itself on its blue-collar grit, we sure do enjoy some winter weather hyperbole. And, of course, we'll take both fries and coleslaw directly on top of that hyperbole, please. Never on the side.}. We are still digging out from under the 21 inches of snow that fell Saturday, and more is falling as I write this. The world outside is white and wintry, and lovely enough to make a Pennsylvanian not begrudge groundhog Phil for calling forth 6 more weeks of winter. Then again, I'm not one of the tens of thousands of people without power, heat, and hot water. So, I guess I can see the argument for pushing Punxsutawney Phil into early retirement in Florida.

Well, after a cozy Friday evening at home making (and eating, naturally) these














we woke up Saturday morning to this:





























so, we suited up the peanut and walked through town





























he was skeptical about the whole plan, but we had fun.

























































Connor is {still} 4 months, 1 week and 3 days old. And snoozing to the white noise from a thrift-store TV.