Didn't see this one coming

I find it ironic as I log on to post pictures of the DC Blizzard that, only two weeks ago, I was "making the most" of two pitiful inches. Eighteen inches later, I've learned to be careful what I wish for! It was a lot of hard work and of course a lot of fun.

Patrick is in Guyana right now, so the first thing I did when we woke up Saturday morning to six inches with twelve more on the way, was to load the girls in the car and head for Eleanor's house on Capitol Hill where we'd be sure to have electricity and good company.

Three refugees and a kind hostess:

It started slowly Saturday morning. Yes, those are grocery bags on Norah's feet. They work.

Licking snow balls. Awesome.

Norah lost in the sea that was Lincoln Park.

Sunday morning, we woke up to a foot and a half of beautiful snow. We could also see well-plowed roads, so I got the itch to get home.

Eleanor and the daunting task:

Thanks, Sweetheart. That's a big help.

We got home easily, and found this:

Here is what I found in the backyard. Norah's tricycles are completely covered in the foreground.

I was overwhelmed by the kindness of our neighbors who came to our rescue knowing Patrick was traveling.

Here are Jakele and Tom shoveling the front:

And Sam shoveling the back:

Norah watching the workers. Happy to be home!