I've weathered my share of northeast snowstorms, but my previous experience with blizzards had been limited to the blizzard at the beginning of Wuthering Heights. What to do, then, in the face of a full blizzard lockdown? Getting snuck in snow drifts and drinking hot toddies served by motherly housekeeper worked well in the Bronte classic, but we decided to try something a little more modern. As in creating modern art.
Audrey transitioned quickly from the inquisitive toddler to the frustrated artist.
This artistic endeavor ended predictably enough.
We then let the lil Picasso have a go at the camera.
Once the winds slowed from the highly dangerous to the slightly threatening, we piled the babe back into the sled for more snow adventures.
For weeks the forecast predicted snow on Christmas morning. Even though I have lived in the Northeast
for an increasingly tedious amount of time, I have never had snow on Christmas day. I keep waiting for these frigid winters to pay off in some sort of holiday festiveness. Alas, in keeping with tradition, we had no snow this Christmas either.
But Boxing Day, dear readers, came through!
After I hog wrestled Audrey into her snowsuit . . .
It occurred to me today that I've been so negligent updating this blog that I haven't even announced the new baby news. Yup, I'm pregnant; I'm sixteen weeks along, which means the littlest Miller is the approximate size of one of my favorite fruits:
We won't know for sure which side of the Gap this Miller will be shopping on until January 5th. Until then, I'll probably just assume it's a girl.
It has been a while, I know. But it has been a busy last few weeks, and the wireless internet we had been stealing was really slow (damn you, Pumpkinpants1!), but now that my semester is over, and we manned up and actually got our own internet service, blogging should be back to its usual slow, as opposed to non-existant, pace.
Anyways, since I'm sure you are all starving for pics of our little bundle of awesome, here you go: