The Things You Learn

Growing up I never dreamed of living in Missouri or Minnesota, but here we are!  And I am amazed at the things you learn by living in different places.  St. Louis taught me the truthfulness of the statement that, "it's not the heat that will get you, it's the humidity."  That place felt like living in my mom's chicken soup for the entire month of August.  In the summer you never really cared what the temperature was.  You cared about the heat index.  Well, Minnesota has taught me about the importance of wind chill factor.  Last night/this morning we had blizzard conditions.  For some reason I never really thought much about what it means to be in a blizzard until now.  It doesn't actually take a lot of snow.  It takes a lot of wind.  Wind wind wind.  That is the story of living in Minnesota.  Wind in the spring.  Wind in the summer.  Wind in the fall.  Wind in the winter.  My neighbor's tree grows sideways because of the constant wind.  Rochester is the 11th (or 4th) windiest city in the US.  I tried to shovel our driveway and before I was half way through I looked back and you couldn't even tell where I started.  I gave up.  I think the city had the same idea about snow because although there's not a whole lot of snow, we had our first snow day of the school year.  Charlotte was thrilled.  I'm not sure why because she only has half day kindergarten.  It might be because I told her she didn't have to change out of her pajamas.  Here are some photos of our snow day.

Greg, trying to help me shovel the snow.  The wind kept getting in his face and he didn't like it.

 Charlotte decided to climb the fence for the first time today.  

 I did take Lee out in the snow in his snow suit and he actually tolerated it fairly well for the first 45 minutes or so.  Then we came inside and he had a first as well.  First time pulling out all the baby wipes while Mom isn't looking.