I'm sick of snow. If I never see another snowflake in my entire life, it might be too soon. We got about 8 inches of snow the first weekend in February. Not really a huge deal - just kind of a pain, especially since it nearly kept me from my grandmother's funeral. Things cleared out relatively quickly, but the snow did not have a chance to melt before the blizzard hit last week. It snowed last weekend from Friday through Saturday - we had over 30 inches, and it was just awful. There were hundreds of thousands of people in the area without power. Luckily, we were fine, but my parents were without electricity for several days. Elliot got us plowed out late Saturday night by the Bethesda Rescue Squad (so he could go do his Red Cross work), and then on Sunday he went and "rescued" my parents and brought them back here after nearly 48 hours without electricity.
It was actually a fun evening (for being snowed-in). The Superbowl is also an anniversary of sorts for Elliot and me - we met at a Superbowl party in 2005. Micah was in his football pajamas in honor of the Superbowl, and we watched the game together. He LOVED the half-time show - he was definitely rocking out to The Who. He was very cute as he clapped and tried to sing. My mom was actually humming a song, and Micah kept trying to copy her. My mom and I gave him a bath before bed, and we brought him back downstairs to play for a bit before bed. As I brought him upstairs to go to sleep, my parents both said "night night" to him, and much to our surprise and pleasure, he responded by saying "night night" right back! We said it a few more times, and so did he - he now has a new word in his vocabulary!
The next morning (Monday), the power was restored to my parents' house and we were able to return them home! The local government and schools were all closed, so there was not much going on anywhere in the area. Micah's daycare was canceled, and we were trapped at home with no place to go. Elliot spent the day shoveling snow at my parents' house, running errands and taking care of a few things. Unfortunately, power was still not restored to all the residents in the area, and very few of the side streets were plowed. The main roads were still a mess, and there was panic throughout the area as predictions for the next day's snow storm were reaching 15-20 inches.
Here are a few pictures of our house after the last round of snow. The garbage cans, car and fence are nearly buried.
Micah has recently discovered he much prefers to use a fork when he eats:
Micah has 2 more teeth breaking through on top. He has been a bit cranky. Luckily, he has recently discovered a love for ice cubes (he reaches into the freezer and helps himself every chance he gets) and he finally took a popsicle (homemade - from applesauce), so these new things definitely help with the teething.
He has also developed a new bad habit - he bites when he gets frustrated or upset. I'm not sure what to do about that - I've been trying to tell him no and show him how to ask for what he wants. I sure hope this is just a stage that will disappear when his vocabulary increases.

