We’ve been home from Wisconsin since Friday, but things haven’t exactly gotten back to normal. I did manage to get a bunch of pictures uploaded last night, to flickr, but haven’t even looked at the ones from the trip yet. I’ll get there soon. I think. The last two days of our trip, Ella came down with a nasty cold, which turned in to an ear infection, which turned in to two allergic reactions, which has slowly settled in to a stuffy nose but fading symptoms otherwise. I thought that we were pretty much out of the woods for anyone else catching it – I had the same cold she started out with, except mine didn’t turn into anything super nasty – but two days ago I noticed Sophie’s eyes were filled with lovely, goopy, boogers. Awesome.
I was planning on taking her to the doctor today. I was not planning on being snowed in, and just treating her with Tylenol and garlic oil, hoping it didn’t get worse. We’ve now had the second big snow storm of the season. There’s about 3 feet of the white stuff in our yard, with drifts that are closer to 4 or 5. Not exactly record-breaking in my home state of Utah, but in Central PA, that’s a big deal.
Our roads were never plowed, we didn’t get our mail (what happened to “neither snow nor rain….”?), and I actually saw a REAL emergency broadcast. TWICE! It was NOT a test! They shut down 4 major interstates/highways – the entire lengths, across the state. There was no daytime TV programming – just constant news from 7 a.m. to 8 p.m. (Exactly how many times can you say, “it’s still snowing” without becoming a tad bit unhelpful?) It’s all a bit laughable to me – I went from 4th to 12th grade (which was the entire time we lived in Utah for my school years) without a single snow day. But then again, when you don’t have a lot of budget money allocated for snow removal (because there typically isn’t much) I guess it makes sense.
Tom and I both took pictures, and video, to mark the occasion. Ella screamed because she wanted to go out in it, and Porter (who WAS allowed to go out in it) was excited in the morning, but overwhelmed with the energy it took to leap through the drifts by afternoon. If the girls feel better, I’m hoping to take them sledding this weekend – let them enjoy it before they’re too old, and just see the piles as something to shovel.