We had a white Christmas for, I believe, the first time since we’ve lived here (7 years). Now, I know that all of you who don’t live in Colorado picture us Denverites digging our way out of our snow caves in the spring, our new cubs born during the winter blinking in the unaccustomed sunlight. Nothing could be further from the truth. We are in the rain (and snow) shadow of the Rockies, and only get 15” of moisture per year. As Tom likes to say, Denver has two seasons: hot-and-dusty and cold-and-dusty. It’s even more unusual to get heavy snow during the winter months; our heaviest snow months are March and April. But here we are a week after the blizzard, still bouncing in and out of icy ruts on the side streets and we’re expecting ANOTHER heavy snowfall starting tomorrow. What’s going on here?? Looks like Lillia is getting her wish for non-stop blizzards.
Our neighbor’s south-facing roof last Friday. Guess which way the wind was blowing?
Unfortunately, Lillia has come down with RSV (respiratory syncitial virus), so she probably won’t be playing outside during this next snowstorm. She’s also had an upset stomach, so we spent a lot of time on Christmas Day cleaning up vomit. Ah, the joys of parenthood.
A couple of Christmas photos, pre-vomit:
Presents are as much fun to sit on as to open.
Lillia is adept at taking off pants and skirts. When she learns how to get a onesie off, she'll run around naked all the time, even in winter.
More later.
Suzanne
Our neighbor’s south-facing roof last Friday. Guess which way the wind was blowing?
Lillia is adept at taking off pants and skirts. When she learns how to get a onesie off, she'll run around naked all the time, even in winter.
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