I remember the first day the snow came that wiped out the city, I figured I had still better get to school just in case we had class.  I left around 10 and there wasn’t a car on the white road.  I walked in the road because the snow was up past my boots.  The few cars that passed me on my walk to school were already driving in the middle of the road.  I even saw a man skiing into work.  And it was a good thing that I went in because my professor lives closer than I do and didn’t think anything of the snow.

Jacob couldn’t stand all the shovelling.  And I felt bad that I couldn’t help more.  The worst was after each of the two big storms, especially the second because there was was just nowhere left to throw the snow.  But we mostly just four-wheel-drived my truck in and out of the house if we had to get out.  I took Jacob to scouts and church and out for groceries but walked or rode the bus to school and Jacob just stayed home otherwise (a situation with which he couldn’t be happier).  To be honest though, if that is all the snow we get around here we can totally handle it, especially if both of us are capable of shovelling full steam.

Here is a shot of our little daughter’s first snowsuit in front of our big parking lot heap of snow:

The heaps of snow at the school parking lots and other shopping centers were play-king-of-the-mountain huge. The snow in our backyard was pretty tall too from all our own parking lot shovelling.  Jacob did such an amazing job keeping our spot clear so we wouldn’t get stuck.  This picture below shows the snow up to our picket fence, and you can’t even see the bushes (or just barely see our neighbours’ car).  This was before we shovelled the second storm so the pile just grew and grew. Insane I tell you!