unexpected

It’s been quite a week.

Ryan’s been traveling for work.

Ben has been sick.

And, the weather has been wacky!

We have had more snow showers in the last week than we had all winter.

That’s not saying much for Portland, but it’s also saying a lot for Portland.

We don’t get much snow.

Rain, yes.

Snow, no.

So, while the rest of the country was enjoying spring or summer like temperatures today, let me remind you what winter looks like.

It started around 5pm on Tuesday Wednesday night…

Just falling, not sticking.

If you follow my Instagram feed (homeisablog), you may have seen some photos taken at 1am…I couldn’t sleep.

This morning we got outside early.

And, built a snowman.

“Hello, Snowman. I am Lala.”

(for the record, she no longer wants to be called a baby girl)

Ryan was worried about our recently sowed spinach, lettuce, and kale. I found (and knew from experience in Colorado) that snow insulates, so you shouldn’t cover your plants in the snow.

Despite the fact that it wasn’t even a normal school day for the little guy we declared it a “Snow Day!”

The little guy plowed snow with his new monster truck.

Our snowman watched happily.

The little guy decided the shovel was a better plow.

Lala gave it a try, but she wasn’t into the hard labor. According to her, snow pants were not acceptable fashion this morning.

So, I took some photos.

The little guy visited with the snowman.

And, posed for a photo.

Lala decided sitting in a chair under a blanket was warmer than playing in the snow. (Did I mention the not wanting to wear snow pants?!)

She’s smart, but…

…she’s got to learn to be tough if she’s gonna hang. We’ve got camping, skiing, and lots of other outdoor activities to do.

So, I snapped some more photos while the kids rested and played.

The blue sky was peeking through.

I am sure the Camellia would have been just fine without the snow.

There are definitely more to come.

By the afternoon, our snowman was all the snow that was left of our “Snow Day!”

He’s slumping a bit.

Looking watch over our garden.

By dinner, the kids were over the snow.

Lala moved on to dress up.

“Bat-Lala to the rescue!”

She was telling me that she needs a Lalaloopsy costume.

I agree.

These kids were raised in Oregon…they’re not used to snow.

We’ll have to see what our snowman does at night.

Stay tuned…

home is…an unexpected winter storm during the first full week of spring.

thank god it was just her lip

Really.

The kids were playing in the dirt in our backyard yesterday.

I let the little guy play with a bigger shovel than I usually do.

He accidentally hit baby girl in the head with it while he was playing.

I was sitting up on the deck watching something else when I heard the “WHACK” and then the crying.

I ran down to baby girl and her lip was split open. Blood was all over her mouth.

I was in panic mode.

I called Ryan…luckily he was in town and on his way home!

I was yelling at the little guy telling him he had to come in the house.

He was crying, she was crying and I was close to crying.

All I could think of was how Ryan once told me that you never want you child to split open their lip through the vermillion border (the outside lining of your lip…women, think where you would put lip liner). It never repairs well and almost always leaves a scar and needs a plastic surgeon to “fix” it. I kept thinking that my baby’s beautiful smile would be scarred for life.

In the big picture I am thankful that is all that was hurt.

She got hit in the head with a shovel!

I t could have hit her eye, split her cheek open, or worse.

I am thankful this morning that it was just her lip (it did NOT go through the vermillion border).

It already looks better.

I am also thankful that Ryan was here to help me with our first “emergency” doctors visit.

Let’s pray that we don’t have many more in our future.

And, I am thankful for a big brother that felt so terrible he had hurt his sister. He cried more about it than she did!

She was tough. She didn’t even cry when the nurse cleaned it.

home is…being thankful today.