It Sure is Purty Out There

We've had three snow storms in a week. It's a pain in the neck, but it is pretty to look at. This is the view from my front porch.

I actually like it when we get a ton of snow. The house is warmer. We use the snowblower to shoot snow against the foundation and bank it up. It doesn't keep out all the drafts, but it does help a lot.

I have to go out and rake the roofs later. The bathroom roof and the porch roof are full of snow, and if we don't pull it down before Sunday they could collapse. And that would suck. Sunday we're expecting an inch or so of rain. Which is going to freeze by Sunday night and into Monday making things nice and slick. The snow will be good and shiny, though!

Christmas knitting is finally done. I forgot Bug's teachers until the last minute, so I bought some disposable coffee cups with lids, filled them with hot cocoa mix and chocolate candies and knit coffee cozees for each one. I had them done Wednesday night for the party on Thursday, then we went and had a snow day. They went in today, though.

Today I have an appointment with the doctor to measure Dave, which is what we've started calling the Pooper. When we asked Bobo what she wanted to call the baby, she looked right at us and said "Dave. Or Kevin." Now she just says Dave, so that's what we call it. We don't know if it's a boy, even. But Dave it is.

Now, I've known for a long time that parenting magazines are mostly full of bunk, but now I'm realizing that pregnancy magazines are even worse. Bunk, bunk, bunk, I tell ya. Not to mention all the advertisements. I swear they exist just to sell us crap we don't need.

Meh.

I'm off to see the doc. Not quite the Wizard, but whatever.