First, a little explanation (as best I understand it): snow + Omaha + Groundhog Day = #snOMAhog
I woke up to thunder snow at 5:30 a.m. I peeked out our window and saw flashes of lighting, but I assumed it was still raining. Then I looked at our sidewalk and realized it was covered with snow—about 3 or so inches. Maybe it would be a snow day after all! I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I went to the living room and watched the local news. Shortly thereafter, I got a text (from Aaron in the next room) that work was cancelled for him. This never happens…
An official SNOW DAY!
We were like kids again—awake by 6 a.m. and watching broadcasts of the impending winter storm. It was already blizzard-like outside: 40 mph winds and blowing snow as we watched from the picture window. The local meteorologist was predicting an inch of snow every hour through the afternoon, which was pretty exciting news.
By the time the boys woke at 7:30, the snow was piling up and drifting. Shepherd’s first words: “Mommy, do we have a ton of snow yet?!” We sure did, with more to come! Aaron made us a big breakfast, I worked throughout the morning, and we enjoyed watching as the snowfall continued.
By noon, it seemed like the snow and winds had calmed down a little bit, so Aaron went outside to start plowing our driveway and sidewalk. We had probably about 8″ of snow, at this point, proving the forecast correct. I got the boys bundled up, an Olympic sport, and we went outside for about half an hour until it was time for naps—after many tears were shed and promises made that we’d come back outside to play later.
The snow continued to fall intermittently throughout the afternoon, and the wind blew bigger drifts across our yard. City snow plows started running through our neighborhood around 3, and Aaron headed back out a bit later to clear out the edge of the driveway and do our neighbors’ driveway.
When the boys woke up, we bundled up again and went outside to play. We had about 10 inches at this point. Wilder lasted about 45 minutes before he couldn’t take it any longer. Bro can’t hang in snow piles that are taller than he. So, we went inside to warm up and make minestrone soup for supper. Meanwhile, Shepherd spent two hours digging, building a snowman, and “helping” Aaron clear snow. He loves the snow!
Around six, the big boys came inside, warmed up, and we ate supper. I made snow ice cream for a treat—it was a big hit!
Today was a rare treat. Once the boys are in bed, we may even head back outside to have a snowball fight and watch the snow crews plow through the neighborhood again…