And it’s still dumping buckets of snow. Hmm. I go back to bed and try not to panic.
4 a.m.: Yup, still snowing.
7:43 a.m.: The children emerge from their bedrooms. Six-year-old gasps at the snow piled up against the door. “It’s half of me!” Nine-year-old appears whipped into a blizzard frenzy. News and Facebook reports pin the snowfall level to somewhere between 23 to 30 inches.
We make first attempt to let the dog out, by opening the garage door and trying to coax him up over the mound of snow. Dog looks at snow, looks at us, goes back inside. Smart puppy.
8:23 a.m.: Husband ventures outside, asking us to wait a few minutes before heading out ourselves so he can clear a path. Unexpectedly, small son begins to cry. “Don’t worry,” husband says. “You can come outside in just a moment.”
Small son: “Just don’t shovel away all the snow!”
Not a problem.