Snowy weekends are hard.

We did not bury any children in the snow this weekend. Had moments during the incessant snowfall when it seemed like a good idea, but we did not follow through.
I hadn't been outside in two days. So today's big adventure was not going to the market or even driving on our street, which is not big enough for the county to send a snowplow to clear. I picked up some very nice holiday cards after a cautious walk to the mailbox. Whoo-hoo!We have learned valuable lessons:
-- It is possible for snow to fall for more than three days per winter in this area.
-- When snowbound (so to speak), you are your child's sole source of entertainment. For 12 uninterrupted hours per day. Plan accordingly.
-- Baking cookies with a three year old is a great snow day activity. Dealing with a snowbound three year old who's coked up on chocolate -- not so much.The Boy's day care opens at 6:30am tomorrow morning. I bet The Husband clears a path into the car in record time.

Oh, it doesn't show signs of stoppin'...

Usually we get about three days of snow, a little heavier than the folks just 20 miles south of us. And during those three days everyone loses their minds behind the wheel because they just can't remember how they managed last winter. Or the last time it rained. Geez, slow down!

But we've had snow pretty much the entire week, and it snowed all day today. All schools closed in our county, so half of the kids were probably at the mall today. TwoBoo and I opted out of a mall walk like we did yesterday.

The Boy's day care was open, and it's only 12 minutes away, so he went (Oh yes, he did!). But he came home this afternoon before the sun went down. And aggravated The Husband no end by obeying requests -- for a second -- to stop acting up. Good thing it's bedtime for The Boy right about now. TwoBoo, of course, has many bedtimes.

Chaos

Yes, I realize the irony of this post, coming from someone who chose to have more than one child. Tally and Catherine, you can stop laughing now.

Finally thought of a few other ideas for the book I started in LK Ludwig's "This is Me" class at Artfest 2008. I did finish the pages she taught us how to do, didn't worry about finishing the project. But the downside of that positive attitude is that I didn't feel pressure to finish it... and I got kinda stuck.

Then I got some silvery tissue paper in a gift during my baby shower. (Which I still need to send out thank you notes for. Gah.) And suddenly I thought of the black lace paper in my stash, and it made me think of stars struggling to be seen in the night sky of the city.
And I thought of chaotic times that have turned into something worth the agony, much like, oh, childbirth.
That's my dad and mother-in-law dancing at my wedding. Don't you hate it when you say to yourself, "well, that'll never happen again" and you're right?

LK's class encouraged us to fiddle with our photos as a way to explore self-portraiture... paint over images, use them to create silhouettes on metal mesh, etc. So I used an iridescent acrylic (can't look it up right now, baby sleeping on chest) on the focal photo.I usually stay away from anything that reminds me of gold or silver lamé -- gives me flashbacks of old women in Palm Springs -- but this worked for me.