Snowbound, Sickness, and Sadness

{How's that for an alliterative and random title?!} 

As I mentioned in my last post, we got hit hard by Winter Storm Juno. We could have been hit worse, definitely, but there is something about being stuck in your house for days with two littles that just makes the intensity of the situation feel... worse. Way, way worse. It was definitely blizzard conditions here... the wind came through in huge gusts for most of the night leading up to the storm, and then the snow fell, and fell, and fell. Once the snow let up and the temperatures rose... it felt a little bit more tolerable. For some of us at least. Milo is still adamantly opposed to the snow. So while Spencer and I frolicked in it (and by frolicked, I mean shoveled for what felt like hours on end), Milo stood in the driveway screaming and crying "All Done! AAAALLLL!!!! DDDDOOONNNEEEE!!! No! Go! Inside! NOW!!!" {Repeat that series 100 times and you pretty much know what the hour was like for us.} We finally compromised and he got to sit in the way back of Doug's SUV. (Per his request.) It's not looking good for his future snowboarding career, that's for sure. 

Add in that I came down with what I thought was the flu ... on the same day as the blizzard. I had a fever, chills, horrible sore throat and a pounding headache that neither drugs or essential oils could tackle. Two days later I discovered it wasn't the flu, but a sinus infection that put me in the doctor's office. It's the worst sinus infection that I have had in decades. I'm on a massive dose of antibiotics now that has finally kicked in... so tomorrow is looking a little bit brighter. (And—knock on wood—Spencer should actually have school tomorrow! That will be his third day in the past two weeks. Oy.) 

And then the sadness. Last week brought tragedy to my family's doorstep. Like any unexpected death, it leaves you reeling. As your mind absorbs the news, it also battles against the feelings of "coulda-woulda-shoulda"s. I'm still very much processing this news and coming to terms with it on some level. But I do know that there is now one less very smart, very kind man among us. With that said, I know he's impacted so many other lives... I have faith that his spirit will live on. I see some of his passions reflected in those who loved him... I have faith that those passions will burn a little brighter now. I have faith that while there's this new, strange hole in the family... it's going to be ok. As they say... gone, but not forgotten. 

I was struck by two eloquent thoughts in the wake of this. While trying to tell Spencer what happened, in terms he could understand... I teared up. He just looked at me and said, "I'm a little sad too. I'm sad for {insert list of every family member he could name}, but he's in heaven and there is no sadness there. That is something that makes me a little happy at the same time." Geez kid... You are way to wise for your years. And then my sister, who is always more eloquent in her words than I, posted this on Facebook, "Life doesn't always provide chances for goodbyes or "I love you"s. Make sure the people you love know that you love them. So please, take a moment and throw an extra "I love you" out there to someone who matters. 


There really is no way to move from that topic to cute photos of the boys in the snow... but those who most closely feel this loss are also the ones who will most appreciate some of the "Spencer and Milo" show. So, with that in mind... photos of Winter Storm Juno. 

My helper. 


My helper. 

"Seriously?!" 


"Seriously?!" 

{No... Seriously?! You want me to play in this?!}


{No... Seriously?! You want me to play in this?!}

"Peeee!? Peee go in?!" {"Plleeaassee?! Please can we go in?!"}


"Peeee!? Peee go in?!" {"Plleeaassee?! Please can we go in?!"}

Meanwhile... 

"I LOVE this stuff!" 


"I LOVE this stuff!" 

"wwwwhhhheeee!!!"


"wwwwhhhheeee!!!"

"I'm NEVER going inside!" 


"I'm NEVER going inside!" 

{No, really. Can we go in now?!}


{No, really. Can we go in now?!}

Then Spencer tried to convince him that snow can be a lot of fun... 

When that didn't work (wonder why?!?), Spencer told him you could eat it. That went over mmmuuccchhh better.

And then in the true spirit of sibling relationships... we move right back to torment and torture. 

After a brief "warm up break" ...

Thank goodness for diggers that distract older brothers from their little brothers...


Thank goodness for diggers that distract older brothers from their little brothers...

"Back? In? Peeee???" {"Go back inside please?!?"}


"Back? In? Peeee???" {"Go back inside please?!?"}

"ICKY."


"ICKY."

"Peeeeee?!?!"


"Peeeeee?!?!"

"In?!"


"In?!"


Last Man Standing. 


Last Man Standing.