SNOW-the 4 letter "S" word

It snowed for 48 hours straight. In my back muscles, I'm feeling every shovelful of snow I hefted over the already high piles along the sides of the driveway (they were so deep, Caleb dug holes into them and used them as forts). Especially the shovelfulls of rock hard icesnow that the snowplow piles up preventing you from leaving the driveway even in a 4x4 truck. But this morning I didn't have to shovel the snowplow icesnow since the snowplow never bothered to come up our street last night! The kids never would've gotten to school alive if it wasn't for our truck. But the good news is the SUN IS SHINING! and what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I can now count shoveling as my core muscle exercises for the day.

Over the past month we've had such worries about if we'll be able to drive back up through our hilly neighborhood (we can't leave the house unless everyone has boots and a coat) that Caleb said "I'm beginning to hate snow". That's not what 8 year old boys should be worrying about-they should be able to think about snowball fights, sledding and snowforts. This year we put on brand new all season tires, so we've done our job, now the snowplows need to be better at doing their job.