Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The Great Blizzard of the Year 10

The Washington Post has been running a contest to name each snowstorm as it hits us: Snowpocalypse, Snowmageddon, Snowverkill, Snovetchkin. Back in the old days, we'd just name the great storms after the year they happened in. These storms are just merging into one great mega-storm--treacherous streets, cloudy skies, sudden burst of snow like summer thunderstorms.

The Great Blizzard of the Year 10
Which one is this again? Snowmageddon or Snoverkill?

We had a few days' respite, so the county was able to plow out our road. The appearance of a snowplow in our cul-de-sac was like Paris '44 or Baghdad '03--one of the two.

The first plow in weeks
Do we throw flowers or loot the stores now?

Max has been sick for several days. He's having a few digestive issues, so Carolyn and I are pumping more food into him at night. Where did this come from? Neither one of us is sick, his older brother seems okay. Perhaps it was the Synagis shot?

Angry, sick
Not even the camera will make me smile

In the past, Max has been particularly cranky before a developmental leap of some kind. Today, while Carolyn and I enjoyed a few hours of peace at our offices, it appears that Max got very interested in walking. He can't manage it unaided, but here's a video of him walking with assistance.

Max Pushing His Mailcart from Codered Summer on Vimeo.

Max was tired at the end of the day, but seemed to be in a much better mood. (So was I.)

That's a copy of "The Going to Bed Book" cradled in my arm.