There were over 900 accidents on Friday into Saturday, and sadly, four fatalities.
My daughter and granddaughter traveled the treacherous roads. Their normal travel time from work to home is about half an hour. It took my daughter four hours. I prayed them home.
Our roads and highways were gridlocked. Semi trucks were stranded overnight on Interstate 44. Our four lane street was bumper to bumper, and even on flat ground, tires were spinning and cars were sliding. Snow plows could not keep up with the snow falling at an inch an hour.
We stayed in our jammies all day Saturday and watched a great family movie on Amazon or Netflix, called Wonder. It should be mandatory viewing in all schools.
Snow used to mean I made a mad dash to the bakery and devoured a few donuts over the course of being house bound. Not this time. Pasta with fresh spinach, ONE Oreo thin and TWO chocolate chip thin cookies. I'm going to show that doctor I can get my cholesterol down in three months. I am determined.
On Saturday Mommy and Daddy bundled him in his baby blue snow suit.
Liam was ready to dive into the deep snow as soon as he woke up and looked outside.
Alex was like the little kid in the Christmas Story, so bundled up he couldn't walk. But he could wail!
They all built a snowman and enjoyed this white fluff. Saturday they received more snow....enough to bury the snowman's bottom half.
I'll enjoy this snow when it has returned to its former form: all liquid.