If I had to sum up the month of February in one word, it would be SNOW. We’ve had a grand time breaking weather records like crazy. We’re not sure if we’ll know what to do with ourselves once spring arrives — we can’t really remember what grass looks like!
(With no pictures to be found on my real camera, our February update is essentially a compilation of my Instagram and YouTube uploads.)
Despite what you see here, Soren doesn’t actually mind the snow and cold. In our family we don’t believe in “snow days.” No matter the forecast, we attempt to go about our business. I abide by the philosophy that snowstorms are the best times to go out, because the roads are mostly free of cars and because we avoid cabin fever. On this particular day, the second big snowstorm of the year was in full force. No travel or parking bans had been put in place yet, so we made our way out to the gym. While I worked out I watched plow after plow drive by my car, quickly building up a wall of snow between me and the street. By the time we got out to the car, there were at least four inches on the car itself. I eventually got us back on the road, and we slipped and slid all the way home (getting stuck no fewer than four times). By the time we got to our driveway, about eight inches of fresh snow were blocking my way. I parked the car in the middle of the street and started shoveling frantically, but to no avail. The five-foot walls of snow on either side of the driveway made it impossible for me to enter the narrow path. I eventually found a place to park on the street, thanks to some stranger who had shoveled out a spot without leaving a space saver. Soren thought the whole thing was pretty exciting until I tried to take a picture of him on our porch.
It was a little easier to get around the next day. Back in business.
Sometimes toy tools are the only thing that can fix a “broken” scooter.
Another day, another snow storm. Soren asked to shovel, so I obliged.
Taking a stroll around the block.
Hot chocolate date with my love.
That afternoon, Tim quit work early to build Soren a snow cave.
Then we walked to the “park,” which is now a field of snow four feet deep (Soren isn’t all the way down to the ground here).
That’s a trash can.
Home, sweet home.
We borrowed a friend’s baby for a trip to Wegman’s one morning. Two kids is so easy. When it’s for one hour.
You know how with toddlers, sometimes you do something once and then it becomes a thing? A thing you have to do EVERY TIME or the world is not right? One day, after a bath, Soren wanted to snuggle in his towel, so we grabbed a couple books off his shelf and read. Now, that’s the routine. Bath, then books and cuddles.
For our family’s Valentine’s Day love dinner we enjoyed stuffed flank steak (Tim), mushroom risotto (me), and roasted asparagus (both of us). For dessert, lots of chocolatey goodness from Tatte.
Icicles can be both beautiful and terrifying. This one hung from our neighbor’s roof for a solid month before falling recently. The picture doesn’t do it justice, but it was about 10 feet long!
I cannot count how many times Tim brought an icicle into the house during the month of February.
Just the right height.
My parents came to town to get in on the snow action, so Tim and I took advantage of their babysitting services. Single-digit temps have never stopped me from going out for ice cream.
We paid a visit to Taza for some of our favorite chocolates in the world. I’m really proud that Soren still doesn’t know what candy is, but he’s wild about dark chocolate.
Sunday morning snow hike. This is one of the many snow farms nearby, and Soren can’t get enough of the action (dump trucks and loaders are involved).
I’d love to know how this duck made it up there.
My mom set Soren up with a box lid of rice while she was in town (it quickly became a “construction site”), and he’s been playing with it for three weeks straight.
This video shows another well-loved toy. (Visit the Whoville Creations Etsy shop to see more fun block puzzles. Tim’s aunt is the genius behind the shop.)
Back at it with the box of rice. There isn’t anything super significant about this picture or this moment, but Soren and I had had some great conversations right around then, and I wanted to remember a piece of our day. We had just returned from Wegman’s for a grocery and dinner date, and while driving we stopped at a red light next to a car with super loud music. Soren explained to me, “That car’s music is bumpin’.” A few minutes later, I said something about how the traffic was bad and I had chosen a bad route. Soren asked, “Was that dumb?” Next, we were discussing a nearby construction site and Soren let me know, “You can just call it a site.” And he said it as if he had some insider knowledge on construction lingo. He’s awesome.