Surviving the storm
Snowmageddon. It's happening around us as we speak. The first wave has passed, dropping maybe six inches or so. Any moment now, the real snow is supposed to show up. They're saying the word "heavy" a lot. So who knows what we'll wake up to in the morning.
The past week, at least from say Tuesday on, has been about preparing for this storm. It's life in the south - blizzards just turn us into a hot mess. And when those crazy weathermen started putting up graphics with the numbers 18 and 24 near our house, well that's rather panic-inducing.
On Tuesday, we had our heating oil tank filled. It's cold, y'all.
On Wednesday, I made a ginormous trip to Kroger along with about eight hundred Black Friday-style shoppers. Definitely didn't want to add to the chaos and kept my cool well through the whole thing. Of course there was one that one moment when I crawled in front of a couple ladies browsing what was left of the bread. There were exactly three loaves left of the bread that Trey can eat, and I needed all of them. And I got all of them.
If this doesn't make me a bad person, the fact that my two young children eat three loaves of white bread a week takes care of it. I have many regrets.
Anyway, then on Thursday evening we rode along with Brandon to church for a meeting, just to get out of the house a bit. Trey, Aden, and I played some mean games of basketball in the playroom and then the boys created a path out of folding chairs to walk along while I did some un-hoarding in my Sunday school room. Poppop joined us for a late-night treat as we all enjoyed our last moments of freedom for a while.
So here we are, in it for the long haul. Right now, all of us snuggled on the couch by the fire, listening to sleet hitting the window sideways, silently praying that we won't lose power. Please, let us keep our power.
It's been a nice, low key day. And we don't get many low key days during basketball season. So thankful to God for knowing what we need and giving it to us exactly when we need it. Togetherness. Extra sleep. Creative ways to pass a day stuck inside.
Lots of kitchen basketball.
A very involved session of Rivers, Roads, and Rails.
Some Wii Sports Resort competition.
Decorating for Valentine's Day.
Ear-splitting drum action.
Homemade black-eyed pea soup. Mmmmmm.
An episode of Andy Griffith, along with some Gomer impersonations.
Game film breakdown.
Faces pressed against the window.
Baths all around.
One picture of each boy, every week, doing their thing. Even in a snowstorm.
The past week, at least from say Tuesday on, has been about preparing for this storm. It's life in the south - blizzards just turn us into a hot mess. And when those crazy weathermen started putting up graphics with the numbers 18 and 24 near our house, well that's rather panic-inducing.
On Tuesday, we had our heating oil tank filled. It's cold, y'all.
On Wednesday, I made a ginormous trip to Kroger along with about eight hundred Black Friday-style shoppers. Definitely didn't want to add to the chaos and kept my cool well through the whole thing. Of course there was one that one moment when I crawled in front of a couple ladies browsing what was left of the bread. There were exactly three loaves left of the bread that Trey can eat, and I needed all of them. And I got all of them.
If this doesn't make me a bad person, the fact that my two young children eat three loaves of white bread a week takes care of it. I have many regrets.
Anyway, then on Thursday evening we rode along with Brandon to church for a meeting, just to get out of the house a bit. Trey, Aden, and I played some mean games of basketball in the playroom and then the boys created a path out of folding chairs to walk along while I did some un-hoarding in my Sunday school room. Poppop joined us for a late-night treat as we all enjoyed our last moments of freedom for a while.
So here we are, in it for the long haul. Right now, all of us snuggled on the couch by the fire, listening to sleet hitting the window sideways, silently praying that we won't lose power. Please, let us keep our power.
It's been a nice, low key day. And we don't get many low key days during basketball season. So thankful to God for knowing what we need and giving it to us exactly when we need it. Togetherness. Extra sleep. Creative ways to pass a day stuck inside.
Lots of kitchen basketball.
A very involved session of Rivers, Roads, and Rails.
Some Wii Sports Resort competition.
Decorating for Valentine's Day.
Ear-splitting drum action.
Homemade black-eyed pea soup. Mmmmmm.
An episode of Andy Griffith, along with some Gomer impersonations.
Game film breakdown.
Faces pressed against the window.
Baths all around.
One picture of each boy, every week, doing their thing. Even in a snowstorm.
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