Happy Birthday, Grandma

Snowpocolipse 2010

We've had a busy but home-bound week with the 26" inches of snow we have accumulated (8" more on the way!) and a bad cold-turned-ear-infection-turned-sinus-infection-turned-pneumonia. Suffice it to say that Robert and I have spent pretty much every waking hour together for the last 2 weeks and I have a new-found respect for stay-at-home moms. Or, it has increased my assertion that they all need to be put in asylums, I can't decide. I know I would willingly go to the asylum myself if they promised, on pain of death, that I would NOT have to watch Little Einsteins there. Anyway. Robert's response to the 3' piles of snow that line our driveway was "Holy Cow!" and he has pronounced walking on the snow to be "crunchy." Where do they learn these things?!?!

OK, you can stay for a little bit longer...

We're down in it here with a nasty chest cold and ear infection, replete with antibiotics and breathing treatments, all worthy of a much longer and funnier rant than I am capable of putting together after 5 days of very interrupted sleep. But tonight as I was fixing dinner Robert asked me for milk. And when I said, "Do you want chocolate milk?" (because I'm bribing him with ANYTHING to get him to drink right now) he looked up at me and said, "Yes, please, ma'am. And I love you, Mama."

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