Tuesday, February 9, 2010

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.

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