As I write this, we are smack-dab in the middle of one of the DC area’s most historic snowstorms. Snowzilla, they call it, because most of the end-of-days portmanteaus were already used up (Snowpocalypse, Snowmaggeddon, etc.) It has certainly pounded this area and has moved about as slow as the traditional movie Godzilla always did. I saw the first flakes in our neighborhood yesterday afternoon, at about 12:50 PM, and as I craft this post about 32 hours later it’s still lightly coming down.
I can’t really open our doors anymore to measure the snow, and I’m going to wait until it stops falling to break out my Hoth gear, so I can’t be completely sure how much is actually on the ground. But Facebook posts from our neighborhood put it around the high 20-inch mark.
All that said, I’ve decided to write daily submissions from the suddenly Arctic outpost of our home. Because when two feet of snow falls on the DC area, it means one thing: we aren’t going anywhere for a while. Luckily, we have stocked up on every kind of food imaginable, as well as emergency supplies and firewood, so we are completely okay with not going anywhere.
This particular set of snow days, of course, is a little different from any others we’ve ever had, thanks to having a one-year old in the house. Even last year, when we had one day off in March (I had to go back and research because I sure didn’t remember it), Noah wasn’t all that mobile. Now, we have to consider keeping him entertained and happy, which doesn’t always equate to relaxing. He’s also at an age where he’s a little too young to appreciate what’s going on, though he does at least play independently for a few minutes at a time.
But all ye parents of toddlers that are home bound, do not despair! You are not alone! We have gotten through today pretty smoothly by offering up new experiences and as many changes of scenery as we could.
For example: We never spend time in the basement living room anymore, so let’s go there for a while! Let’s dig out little-used toys from the bottom of the basket and play with them! Let’s open the front door just a crack so we can feel the snow! Let’s go from one door to the other and see how bad the storm is! Let’s watch Daddy frantically chop up veggies for a pot roast before Noah gets too cranky and wakes Mommy up from her nap! Let’s build a crappy makeshift couch fort with not enough pillows or blankets! Let’s build a fire and just kind of stare at it for a few minutes! Let’s curl up on the couch with a hot cup of tea and our favorite hobby and waste away a few hours before we know what hits us!
Ah, that last one is a bit of wishful thinking. I know that future snow days will involve sleigh rides and snowmen. And though I can’t help but be a little wistful for the years when we could just binge-watch TV all day if we wanted to, I also know that eventually Noah will both be more independent and will enjoy snow in his own way, so I’m trying to enjoy this unique “in-between” time as it is. And we’re all safe, healthy, and warm, so you won’t catch me complaining.
More to come.