Day 27: Snow Day

We have had a year of extreme weather, and since the first massive snowstorm - Snowpocalypse (December 18-19, 2009 - roughly 24 inches of snow) - blew into town the day after we discovered we were pregnant, we decided to blame it on the baby.  That decision was further strengthened by the arrival of Snowmaggedon (February 5-6, 2010 - 22 inches) and Snowverkill (February 9-10, 2010 - another foot of snow).  We thought for sure this baby was going to be quite a  handful, and after a summer that achieved the ignominious title of hottest summer on record in the Washington DC area, tying the record for the most 90+ degree days, she even was given the nickname of Sizzle (Sizz, for short) from one of my teachers.  All of this, coupled with what I thought could possibly be one of the easiest pregnancies ever, well, I was convinced all signs were pointing to devil child.  Of course, if you read this post, you won't be surprised to know that "Sizzle" has been downgraded to "Chill."


After the insanity of last winter, we adopted an all-or-nothing attitude towards snow - either snow a good 5"+ or don't snow at all.  A dusting or an inch was really just insulting.  We had a few annoying snow dustings, with no storm system really gearing up for anything impressive.  Until last night.  For the first time, we anticipated having something worth digging up the shovel, which meant finally getting a nice snow picture with the baby.  

She was definitely game for it first thing this morning, allowing us to triple bundle her (note the fuzzy bear suit beneath the lavender) before heading outside.  She seemed intrigued by the snow, so we left Daddy to begin the long, arduous process of digging out our cars and walked around the neighborhood, saying hello to neighbors and checking out the snow.  After a few "attempts" at snow angels, she let it be known we were done, so we headed back inside.