Well - the storm hit as predicted. More accurately, the storm is hitting as predicted. We have a couple inches of snow with no sign of slowing. We're looking at about 8-12 inches by the time all is said and done. I just hope the sleet that has been suggested as a possibility, doesn't make an appearance.
Julia doesn't have school today. I'm hoping Dan gets out early so he can come home and take Julia and Anna out to play. I'd love to, but Emma is congested and coughing again, so I'd rather not drag her outside.
There is something magical about a snowfall. (Especially when you aren't expected to go out and drive in it.) It covers everything in a blanket of white, hiding the piles of dog poop, the trash cans and mudpiles, giving the yard a clean slate. At least until it melts. :)