New Jersey is really cold. Yeah, yeah, Savannah just got a "once in a decade" inch of snow. But if memory serves me right (and how couldn't it, it has only been five months) that snow will be melted by a nice 70 degree day. With two feet on the ground now, New Jersey is expecting another eight inches on Monday. Awesome. With our incredibly bad luck in the real estate market, it isn't a stretch that Mike and I, after living seven years in the south, would move back north just in time for the worst winter this area has ever seen.
Zoe seems to be OK with it and Sadie just wants to be able to pee without collapsing in a drift that is taller than she is. She doesn't ask for much.
So back to how cold it is here (did I mention it was cold?). Zoe is three and three year olds like to play in the snow, they like to make snowmen, they are just fine with school being cancelled. I remember this. I remember playing in the snow for hours, toes so frozen one wrong move could chip them right off. I remember patiently listening to KYW radio to hear my school closing number (802 by the way) in anticipation of a day off. I remember coming in the house soaking wet and stripping down; one by one icy, wet clothes landing on the radiator. Things are pretty much the same here, I just have a different perspective. First, I like circulation in my feet. Sure, I can still make a mean snowman but you have to be outside in the winter to do it and that seems to be my problem. I also don't remember having to shovel when I was a kid (I guess I should thank my parents for that, Zoe won't get off so easy). And while I am keeping an eye out on school closings, it certainly isn't because I am hoping school is cancelled.
So the day begins (feel free to pick any of the numerous days where there has been over a foot of snow on the ground). Breakfast is lengthy as I stall hoping for some incredible warm up before Mike and I have to go out and face a driveway that miraculously seems to grow to the size of a football field when you have to shovel it. We all begin the incredible task of getting snow clothes on. I've learned to get myself ready after Zoe because putting 17 layers on a child will really cause you to work up a sweat. I wonder silently when I will be a. rich enough to hire someone to contend with the winter wonderland and b. when Zoe can go outside by herself. I quickly check the computer, nope school is still cancelled. Then we head out shovel, throw a few snowballs at each other (although not this last time, those were particularly icy), build a snowman (two actually, one regulation man with Zoe and one small, kinda freaky-looking one Mike and I built on our neighbors yard after a couple glasses of wine) and enjoy the winter; if you can't beat 'em join 'em. Zoe has even taken to sledding and has become pretty fearless.
Ok, so if it going to be cold I guess it should at least be historic (that is what I keep telling myself when I am tempted to check the weather in Savannah).
Also I wanted to send a Valentine's Day shout out to my two favorite people; Zoe, the muse for the blog, and my husband Mike who has no say what I write here and loves me anyway. I love the both of you very much no amount of conversation hearts could express how much you mean to me. Be mine.
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