Two weeks ago, the weather people told us we were going to have a "wintry mix." Living here, people are constantly saying, "If you don't like the weather, just wait an hour." It's not true in the literal sense (or summer would be more bearable), but the basis of it holds true. Things blow over this former prairie (read: FLAT) land rather quickly.
That "wintry mix" never happened.
Needless to say, I was a little skeptical when they said we were going to get lots of freezing rain and sleet this week. Actually, I scoffed. After all, we had a a gorgeous day with a high of 75, accompanied by sunshine and clear blue skies earlier this week!
But with the "arctic front" that arrived on Thursday, the temperatures plummeted into the 40s and then overnight, this happened:
Our town is thoroughly encased in a coat of ice.
As soon as B woke up and saw what was going on outside his window, he exclaimed, "It's SNOWING!" He ran to look outside our bedroom windows, and having confirmed that this was real, he wanted to go outside to look at it. He was delighted to find that the Tonka truck he had left parked outside right next to Daddy's car had filled up (just like he had wanted) overnight.
N and I were able to clear out our old guest room, which is slowly turning into the nursery, and relocate some furniture to the office/new guest room. When B woke up, he did a great job helping N put together the crib while I began compiling a list of Baby G2's needs.