Snow, snow, snow

Well, since Tuesday morning, we have had 17 inches of snow fall. I know because I measured it and shoveled it off the deck. I love snow and when it snows, it usually isn't as cold. Currently it is not snowing and -2 degrees.

I know that when we pick up baby Zya, she will too young to know much about where she is from and where she is going. It will be pretty cool to see pink or purple snow pants hanging up to dry next to the black and gray ones now. I'm sure she will be as excited as Reagan to help me shovel off the deck eventhough it takes me twice as long to clean up his part. I still wonder if I will be more protective of her than I have been with the boys. Hopefully the boys always believe I looked after them with all my heart and attention, but they are boys and I probably associate that with letting them find out how hard it is on their own. That would be a pretty good sociology lesson. It will all play out just fine and I don't think it will matter once she arrives. She will just be one of the DaHouck boys. I can't change how I address all the hoodlums just because she is a girl.

Rain, sleet, snow or shine, Zya will always be mine. Pretty good from rap Master B, huh? According to Melissa, I will take great pains to fully explain the differences of weather and the patterns that create them. I don't think I go off on that many tangents, but "she's always right". It's just easier to admit now that I'm wrong. It will save the argument later. So, I may indulge in the details, I just want people informed. The boys don't seem to mind and I'm sure Zya won't either.