The drudgery of winter, Project 365....

We are in the drudgery of winter.  Christmas is past, the groundhog (and common sense/the calendar) say that we have 6 more weeks of winter.  

Every time I see another snow flake, I think of spring flowers. 

Every time the newscasters go crazy, and hype all commuters up and into their cars to sit in traffic for hours, I just keep thinking about sunburns and sunscreen.

Every time I pull on my boots, scarf, hat, layers of socks, pants and shirts, I think about pulling on my running shoes, a tank top and my running hat, and heading outside to run in the sun.

I am looking forward to ending this winter.  Every inch of snow that gets us closer to record breaking snow falls makes me want to move south.  Seriously!  If I wanted this crap, I'd live in Minnesota, or Canada.

As the winter drudges on, we are documenting all of our indoor activities, and the mountains of snow that we hope don't thaw too quickly and flood us.

Thursday, 1-30 dawned bright and beautiful.  The sunrise was exceptional.  I did my best to capture it, but it's a sunrise, and it hadn't risen enough to give my phone a good angle.

 Friday, 1-31 and Mia has decided that wearing knit hats is something she should do indoors and outdoors.

 Saturday, 2-1 was a snowy mess.  We got another multi-inch snowfall, and this is what I walked out to in the morning.  It's hard to capture, but that is my driveway (which had been shoveled the day before) and the street, which had been plowed too.  It really was gorgeous and quiet to go outside, the snow dampening sound as it fell, the morning barely started.

Superbowl Sunday, 2-2 was a bright beautiful day.  Again, the temperatures were low, but at least the sun was shining.  I took the chance to go out and document the snow.

It's like a driveway fortress.

At the end of the driveway, this pile is about as tall as me, around 5 ft high.

Even our birdhouses were over snowed.

Mia's best pose.

Catching her looming, I actually got a smile.

Olivia and Daddy were playing cards as we waited for the game to start.

Monday, 2-3 and someone needs to tell this kid it's rude to come to dinner with your hat on.

Tuesday, 2-4 on a rare night that Daddy is home for dinner, everyone helps put dinner together.

Wednesday, 2-5, sometimes I'm jealous of this dog and his sleeping all day habit.  He just looks so comfy on an old crib comforter, in the sunshine.