Sunday, December 27, 2009

White Christmas

That's the understatement of the year.

The second giant blizzard of December 2009 has come and gone (FINALLY!), and we have nearly 2 feet of snow on the ground. At least, that's what they say on the news. They make it sound like it's a uniform layer of snow. It's not. We have several 4-5 feet drifts in our backyard...and can also see the grass...and a layer of ice with a scattering of rabbit turds. Remember C's "trees?" They're almost completely buried - just a few needles poking up through the snow.

We've been officially snowed in since I arrived home from work at noon on Christmas Eve. Fortunately, I went to the grocery store before the storm hit, and we have had an original meal creation every evening since! I KNOW. For my first Christmas dinner EVER (first, as in, prepared by me, not eaten by me), we feasted on pork roast, potatoes, carrots, and onions baked all day in the crock pot. Yum! We would have had brownies for dessert, but Santa snarfed them down the night before.

We've spent the past 3 1/2 days lounging around the house - playing with Callum, cuddling with Callum (new tooth!), eating, napping, watching a little TV, reading, staring out the window, messing around on the interwebs, enjoying our Christmas presents, enjoying each other. This is not the Christmas I planned, but it has turned out to be a most fabulous first Christmas for our little family of three!

Here are some pictures from yesterday. It was still snowing and blowing, but the worst part of the storm had passed.

Our bedroom window - from the inside
(yes, curtain ideas are most welcome)

Our neighbors' Toyota Camry

Our house and street

Callum playing in the snow

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Week in Review

The snow that fell 2 weeks ago? Still with us. Expected to be fully melted by July. My street? Getting out is still a crap shoot.

Compact fluorescent light bulbs? Contain mercury and are toxic when broken. Fortunately, it happened in the basement after Callum was fast asleep. LED light bulbs? Damned expensive, even at Sam's.

Daycare? I love daycare. I love the teachers. I love the students. I love the friends. I love that they're starting to make their own baby food. I love that Callum gets to play with glitter and paint. I love the CD of pictures they gave him. I love the ornament and book he received as well. I do not love the mouse I saw in the hallway.

Chocolate babka at Great Harvest? I also love chocolate babka, and it took all of my strength to *not* ask if they had one with a hair on it. The babka barely lasted 12 hours.

Sweet potatoes? Callum could not get enough - he was hootin' and hollerin' all through lunch. Finally - a vegetable he loves!

Another Seinfeld reference/gratuitous naked baby picture:

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

The Great Blizzard of 2009

Quite the snow storm, indeed. When I was little, my parents talked about being "snowed in" on days like today. As a child, I took this quite literally, and since I could see out the windows, well, I never thought we were truly snowed in. I was CONSIDERABLY older when I realized "snowed in" meant "unable to leave the house" after we discovered a 4 foot (?) drift in front of the garage door.

I am pleased to state, with certainty, that we were "snowed in" until about 20 minutes ago.

My office closed at noon yesterday and remained closed today. My drive home was surprisingly smooth until I was 3 houses from home. The snow was simply too deep for my little Honda to go anywhere. A neighbor gave me a lift home where I secured a shovel to dig out. I made it all of 10 feet. Fortunately, a passerby gave me a push, but his car was stopped right in the middle of my street, so there was no way to make the turn home. I made it around the block, but got stuck IN my driveway. People, my driveway is not steep, nor is it circular, or long, and it requires no immediate 90-degree turn upon entry. It is a 20x30 slab of cement leading directly into my garage. I shoveled enough to get in the garage and was quite happy to be home safe and sound with my boys!

And then, for some strange reason, I decided to cook. I don't like to cook. I can usually follow a recipe, and I have a few go-to recipes that I've perfected. I made supper, peach crisp, and a carrot cake (disclosure: boxed mix but it required freshly GRATED carrots). No home runs, but no one died of salmonella, so all in all, a Success.

Today was a great day for Farting Around. Callum and I played, prepared supper AHEAD OF TIME (AM SO SUZY HOMEMAKER), did the dishes, played some more, watched The Price is Right (me, not him), looked out the window (like being in a snow globe), took a nap (him, not me) ate peas (WHICH HE LOVED THANK YOU VERY MUCH), and played again while C worked from his home office. While Callum napped, I finished Escape by Carolyn Jessop - a disturbing but interesting and quick read.

The snow plow finally drove by around 5:45 this evening. We used to live on a public bus route, which meant our street was always one of the first ones cleared. Not so lucky anymore. The plow usually creates a short ridge at the edge of our driveway, so after supper, I headed outside to clear it. Except the "short ridge" was actually a 6-inch high plateau that extended 6 feet from the edge of our driveway into the middle of the street. I shoveled most of it away, and thankfully, a neighbor finished it off with his snow blower. Better to clear it this evening than to deal with it in the morning when it's frozen into a glacier.

I hope you are safe and warm wherever you are. Let's give thanks for our warm homes, full bellies, indoor plumbing, and electricity. Can you imagine being a pioneer in this mess?

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Home Alone

For the third(?) time since Callum was born, I have the house to myself for a few hours. He and C visited the grandparents this evening, and I stayed in town for a women's bar association networking event.* And then I toured the new YMCA nearby. And now I don't know what to do with myself.

Such a weird juxtaposition! I am an only child and have never had a problem spending time alone. I like me. I was a latchkey kid, and I lived by myself for awhile in college and LOVED it.

Now? I'm struggling between getting things done around the house (pureeing pears! preparing baby wipes! clearing my desk! tidying! ironing! Christmas shopping!) and curling up in bed with a book (oh the GUILT) while ENJOYING THE SILENCE and the NO RESPONSIBILITIES.

For now, I'm enjoying having the choice and farting around on Facebook.

My life IS exciting, isn't it?

* Full disclosure: I only networked with my two co-workers/friends/escorts and a woman in my law school class.