After-The-Snow-Day

Four days after the snow that halted the DC metropolitan region (thank you, federal government, for letting everyone off work at the same time, the very moment the sky began dumping slurpees, turning 30-minute commutes into 9-hour commutes - I was one of the lucky smart ones, who took the day off work), it was finally time to venture out to play.  All in all, we only got about 7 1/2 inches, but the density made the refreeze the next morning prohibitive, and not snowball/snowman/toboggan-friendly.  Add to that a mysterious malaise that took hold of Samantha for a couple of days, giving her a fever, no appetite and lethargy, and we didn't really make it outside until yesterday.

But some late-afternoon sunhine and semi-melted snow made for a good preschooler-sized snowball fight, and a preschooler-sized snowman, complete with a carrot for a nose.  40-degrees and sunny does not, in my book, mean you can skimp on the apparel layers, however, but it seems to bring out some pretty interesting clothing choices in others.  Daddy played in his t-shirt, and one of Samantha's little friends down the street came by to say hello in a tiny tank top.  Don't know how they did it...maybe I'm just a wuss.  But a wuss without a cold, right?