The hubby and I have been out of town for almost a week, visiting both our families for the holidays. Luckily they don't live too far apart, because the weather has been wreaking havoc with everyone's travel plans.
We braved yesterday's winter storm to drive to the hubby's family ranch for an abbreviated Christmas Eve celebration; the highways were fairly slippery, and the rural road to the ranch was covered with deep drifts. Yay for four-wheel drive!
Today it's blizzarding, and we're snowed in with my family. I think we've gotten about a foot of snow, but it's blown clear in some places and we have five-foot drifts in other spots. (I tried to take a picture of the weather outside, but apparently whiteouts are difficult to photograph. Who knew?)
But it's a pretty good weekend to be snowed in. We have plenty of food and diapers. The hubby, my brother, and my dad have plenty of new video games to break in. My mom's wandering around in her Snuggie. I have a fresh stack of cookbooks. And the little man has milk aplenty and a new light-up seahorse. Not to mention the giggles, which just started a few days ago.
Happy holidays to you and yours, and safe travels!