Unless you have been living under a rock or perhaps on a remote island in the Caribbean with lack of access to internet (for which I am jealous), then you heard, the East Coast got hit with SNOWMAGGEDON. That is right. Our little blimp on the map received approximately 34″ according to some certified reports including a basement yardstick. 🙂

The snowfall began last Friday afternoon, just in time for the weekend, and it was a fast and furious downfall. When we awoke Saturday morning this is what greeted us, and guess what? Mother Nature was not done! She gave us another 12 hours of snow. Oh, you real funny Mother Nature, real funny.

Don’t worry, I went out and brushed off the buried yard gnome.

When Lo awoke Saturday morning and saw this for her very eyes, she cried. Yes, cried. She grabbed onto me clutching my t-shirt with a firm grip, burying her head into my shoulder, looking out the window, looking at me, looking out the window. And, I laughed. I know, I am terrible.

In anticipation for all the snow, Nathan went out for Lo’s first sled (she does not have him wrapped around her finger or anything?!). He also specifically requested I order snow boots, which made perfect sense since she can move so well in the 2′ + of snow. 🙂 Regardless, she looked so darn cute in her Little Ralphy layers.

By the way, don’t judged me. I layered her up and could not stop laughing, so I snagged these photos. I know, again, I am terrible. All I do is laugh at my child.

By the way, dressing a 13 month old for fun in the snow takes just about all of your energy. All of your energy. She cried, got stiff, threw herself to the ground and starred at me like, “Why the torture?”

“Because I am doing this for you, Baby?” I kept thinking.

I realized I needed more than a long sleeve shirt, so I hunted down a sweatshirt. I realized she needed gloves. I realized she needed a hat. I got her dressed and realized I needed my boots, my hat, my sunglasses. I was ready for a nap by the time I got her snow pants and boots on and at one point I was in a complete full fledged sweat and contemplated just going outside without my snow pants, jacket or gloves, just to cool off.

After more tears, after more layers, I seriously questioned the rational behind taking a 13 month old outside to play.  I almost opened the door to yell out to my husband, “Don’t mind us. We are going to pass on this whole snow experience,” but, I plugged through and am glad we did because eventually we got our crap together and I was able to snap this cute picture.

I know, arguably there are still tears there, but she was coming around.

Since, when did my baby decide to look like a kid? Ummm, right about now.

Also, clearly still not sure about all of the snow.

You want me to ride that?

Yep! That is right.

Finally, some smiles. She has no clue where her legs went, but she is all smiles.

So, the whole two feet plus of snow was not Lo’s thing, but you know what? Not mine either. I guess like mother, like daughter.

Regardless, getting snowed in all weekend with my Baby Girl made every inch of that snowfall well worth it.

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