Snow, if only for a second

Late last night it snowed enough to be enchanting, though not enough to last through the day. We drove Dada and Ryan to work because it was witch's-teat cold again, and this time George the Green Car's oil light stayed on. We drove poor, sick George straight home and there he sat as we thought about what to do with his ungrateful broken self. Doesn't he know I have groceries to buy?

I decided, despite the serious awfulness of the cold, that the people in this house needed some fresh air. Of course, the toddler prancing around the front yard in his snow boots helped convince me some. So I packed everybody up in their Ralphie-esque layers and out we went, though I was a bit chicken and stayed only in our yard for the sake of the Jake. It was his first snow experience and, given that this was his first time wearing non-Robeez shoes, I guessed that he would probably be more interested in crawling through the fluffy cold stuff than anything else. And I was right. But they had fun anyway. Little boys are apparently impervious to the cold.







Meanwhile, Dada asked around and found us a reputable auto repair shop, which not only arranged for George to be picked up at our house, but also did not charge me $80 to tell me what was wrong, as the dealership wished to do. In the end, George required some sort of oil regulator switch and not a new oil pump, so instead of $1100 to the dealer, we paid $232 to these respectable people, who also changed our oil and did us the favor of driving George there and back. That was good.

Also good -- Isaac is in at our beloved preschool. He starts in the fall, and I think it will take me that long to get used to the idea that he is no longer my precious sheltered baby.