Snow Cave

What lucky kids ... Daddy helped them build this great snow cave today. I guess that's looking at the bright side of all this snow, eh?

{Happy} Groundhogs Day

Punxsutawney Phil popped his little rodent head out of his hole and saw his shadow yesterday, predicting 6 more weeks of winter. Since we got about 4 inches of snow overnight and it is still coming down hard, I'll have to (unfortunately) agree. Drat!

Nothing like a little chocolate therapy to sweeten up the sour news.

My thoughts, exactly...

I've been at a loss for words in expressing my feelings at the passing of the Prophet. But, Dalene said exactly what I've been wishing I could say. If you haven't read her post at Segullah, it is definitely worth a look.

In Memory

President Gordon B. Hinckley
1910 - 2008

Late Night Lessons

She was in bed, and supposedly sleeping, but from down the steps I heard,

“Mom, what is this?”
“What is what, Sis?”
“This. Come see.”

She was pointing to the bones on either side of her ankle.

“I don’t know, sweetie. We’ll ask Dad in the morning, okay?”

I went back downstairs but soon heard little feet on the steps.

“Daddy? Daddy? What is this called?” Again, she pointed to her ankles.

Chad ably replied, “Those bones are your medial and lateral malleolus, honey,” and he pulled her up on his lap while working on the computer. Now she started pointing at him.

“What is this?”
“My clavicle.”
“What is this?”
“My mandible”
“What’s this?”
“It’s time for bed.”

Daddy carried her back to bed, tucked her in “like a taco,” and headed for his own covers. A while later I went upstairs, too, and to my surprise, found Miss Question cuddled in my bed, next to a sleepy-eyed Daddy, still asking body part questions.

“What’s this?”
“Zygoma”
“And this?”
“Thyroid Cartilage”
“What’s this one, Daddy?”

I interrupted the anatomy lesson to say, “Wow, honey. You really like to learn about the body. Are you going to be a doctor when you grow up?”

Then, she gave me “the look” --- so typical of my girl; a look of disgust, disbelief and sheer growl! And, she said, exasperated, “No, Mom! I’m. Going. To. Be. An. ASTRONAUT!

Oh. Sorry.

Thank You to My FABULOUS Neighbors!

This is the snow that God sent:

swirling and whirling
falling and flying
down to the ground at my house.

This is the driveway, long and wide, that caught the snow floating out of the sky;

swirling and whirling
falling and flying
down to the ground at my house.

This is the drift, 6 feet deep, made by the snow plow that pushed the heap;

blocking the driveway, long and wide
that caught the snow floating out of the sky;
swirling and whirling
falling and flying
down to the ground at my house.

This is the shovel, lowly and small, put to the task of clearing it all:
the monstrous drift, 6 feet deep,
made by the snow plow that pushed the heap
blocking the driveway, long and wide
that caught the snow floating out of the sky;
swirling and whirling
falling and flying
down to the ground at my house.

I am the mommy, cold and wet, plowing and digging, but not done yet;
wielding the shovel, lowly and small, put to the task of clearing it all.
Oh, look at that drift, 6 feet deep, made by the snow plow pushing the heap.
It’s blocking the driveway, long and wide
that caught the snow floating out of the sky;
swirling and whirling
falling and flying
down to the ground at my house.

BUT, I have GREAT neighbors, good and true, bringing shovels and blowers to my rescue.
We worked, we three, and together made light
of the craziest, snowiest storm in sight,
as we wielded our shovels, lowly and small
clearing and pushing, but smiling through all.
Many hands do light work make.
Thanks for your help…you take the cake!

Thanks so much, Rachael and Amy!

Happy New Year!