Ah, well, I missed it by a day. Whenever I get to the date March 4th I think of my mom & her dad who said that day was also a command. And so we shall march forth!
March 4th at our house consisted of a whole lot of time spent in the bathroom. Though not as painful as that sounds by itself. : ) Stella is potty training and we spent a good part of the day yesterday running upstairs to get her to the potty on time and then "hanging out" while she waited for the pee to come.
The high temp was at about 7am and it got colder and colder all day long. A "wintry mix" - which is a euphemism if I've ever heard one - all day long and apparently it turned to snow last night because we woke up with the most snow we've had so far. Probably 5 1/2 or 6 inches. The sad part to me is when it gets warm enough to melt it. Really. That is the sad part. : )
I got up at 5:30 this morning (not by choice. . . that'd be one of the perks of having a toddler) and got the driveway shoveled before Ben left for work around 8. I'd rather shovel it early and get to it before the tires pack it down and make it really really hard work. Stella cried inside while I was working because she wanted to help me. Once Ben let me know she was crying I came back in and got her all jacketed and scarfed and we went back out to finish. Her "help" involves wiping the snow off the little metal animals on our porch and knocking the snow off the handrails. She also scuffs around in her boots (which aren't really snow boots, but that's what she's got this year) and makes trails next to the stray cat's footprints all over our yard.
Last time it snowed like this we made a mountain out of the shoveled snow and made a snowman (perhaps my first snowman with a ball diameter longer than a foot ever!). So far today we've only made a snow mountain, but that is still mightily impressive.
