Come On Down!
April 17, 2009 
"Thank God for the moisture."
That's what one of the men in our church says everytime it rains or snows. And he's right. We should thank God for the moisture.
Even so, I can't help but be a little bit disgruntled because, once again, here I am posting pictures of snow! I want to be photographing new flower buds or lush green landscapes or my children playing outside... WITHOUT snowsuits on!
"Thank God for the moisture."
That's what I keep telling myself.
It all started yesterday morning with some mist and rain. Then it turned into this weird stuff...
It's kind of hard to tell, but I like to describe this snow as looking like 'Dip-n-Dots' ice cream. You know, the tiny little cryogenically frozen balls of ice cream that feel so weird in your mouth yet you can't help but enjoy? That's what this snow is like.
Except I haven't ever put it in my mouth, so I don't know if it's similar to 'Dip-n-Dots' in that regard.
I never saw snow like this until I moved to Colorado. Do you have it where you live? Inquiring minds want to know.
Anyhow, it has since turned into THIS...
And this...
I was so disgruntled about the whole situation when I awoke that I promptly went ahead and fed myself caramel apple pudding cake, nacho cheese and tortilla chips, and peaches and cream cheesecake squares for breakfast. I just felt that I had the right.
And then I felt something else. Like indigestion. But that's beside the point.
(Sorry, Multigrain Cheerios. Don't worry, I still love you. We'll rendezvous again tomorrow morning. Or whenever I run out of cheesecake bars.)
So far we've got... I don't know... Maybe two feet or more? I can tell you this: When I went outside a little while ago to wrangle Timber, who was stuck in a snow drift (I'm not kidding) the snow was up to somewhere between my knees and thighs.
And just as a sidenote: Draft beagles such as Timber don't really take kindly to being picked up. His nickname is 'Timber Tyson' because one of our friends had the mistaken impression that draft beagles did, in fact, like to be picked up, and he bit him in the ear. Thus, I was a little apprehensive about the snow drift rescue, but luckily I came away with all of my limbs in tact.
Draft beagles, while deceivingly cute, are actually quite aggressive in nature and need delicate handling only by well-trained professionals, such as myself.
But back to... Well, whatever I was talking about. I guess I didn't really have much point, other than we're getting A LOT OF SNOW. So far, like I said, we've got about two feet. We're supposed to get another 6-12" today and yet another 6-12" tonight. Whatever it turns out to be -- 6"+6", 6"+12", 12"+6" or 12"+12", plus the two feet already on the ground -- it's just A LOT OF SNOW.
My high school math teacher would be so proud.
Thankfully I am not without entertainment...
I had to call back the phone company because we are in the process of switching our cell phones, and almost as soon as I got on the phone Little Blue Eyes said, "I have to go potty." I went ahead and let him into the bathroom to go about his business, and as he walked in he said, "I have to poop!"
"Great," I thought. Sounded good. Usually it takes him a little while, so I could continue with my phone call while he was working things out.
Almost immediately he yelled from the bathroom, "I pooped!"
"Wow, that was fast," I thought. At this point the lady I was on the phone with was very quiet as she was reading our account information. I thought I would just quietly slip into the bathroom, do a little wiping, and Little Blue Eyes could be off on his merry way. Quietly.
See, the 'quietly' part is where I was somewhat misguided as to how this all would play out.
Instead, as I was executing my role in this whole endeavor (the butt-wiping part), Little Blue Eyes could not contain his excitement at having completed a successful poop in the potty. Admittedly, it was a big deal, and had I not been on the phone with a phone company service representative, we would have clapped and danced and confetti and balloons would have magically floated down from the sky.
But I WAS on the phone with a phone company service representative, so I was trying to contain myself. Little Blue Eyes, however, doesn't yet grasp that concept.
Right away he said, "Mom, I got a poop in the toilet!"
When I didn't respond (remember, trying to remain quiet and respectful of the business transaction I was in the middle of) he felt the need to express himself repeatedly and loudly, "Mom, I got nuggets! I got nuggets! I got nuggets in the potty! I got nuggets! Nuggets! Nuggets, nuggets, nuggets... NUGGETS!"
At this point I thought that perhaps the kind lady on the line might think we were going through the McDonald's drive-through and I could maintain some semblence of composure.
Then, as I picked him up to carry him to his room to get a baby wipe, with his head close to the phone, he said, "Mom, I got TURDS! Turds in the toilet. Turds, turds, turds, turds. Turds!"
Obviously this was a big deal and he couldn't understand why I didn't seem to have a word to say about it, so he felt the need to lay it all out for me in plain English.
I finally lost all control and began giggling uncontrollably, then proceeded to tell the kind lady that my little boy had just had a triumphant potty experience and felt the need to share it. She laughed and said, "Hey, out of the mouths of babes."
Then the power cut out for a moment because of this massive dumping of snow, and our call was cut short.
Kids... They do the darndest things.
Did I mention that it's snowing, A LOT? Because it is. And now they just announced that General Hospital may be pre-empted today to continue with the storm coverage. Grrrrr...
I'm going to have to eat another peaches and cream cheesecake bar.
Reader Comments (4)
Oh - I'm laughing out loud, but if I were you I'd be crying and curled up in the fetal position somewhere eating salted fudge brownies. That's a lot of moisture.
Remind me never to move there. Pretty scenery or not, I would need to be heavily medicated by this time of year.
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Such beautiful pictures of the snow but I sure hope it all thaws out and you get gardening weather soon!
I didn't know you had a beagle! I love them. My family had one, he was a good dog. What do you mean by "draft beagle?"
Cute story about Blue eyes and the good poopie experience! ;) As a teacher, I get to experience all kinds of fun bathroom adventures, but probably not by a parent!
Thanks for leaving the comment about the halter on my blog. My horse does wear a breakaway halter, it has a thin strap of leather (and I mean thin, I feel like it will just crack one day from dryness) holding it on. I hate doing it, it goes against everything I know about horses, but when he had an unknown lameness issue and I couldn't catch him for the vet I knew it was a serious issue and a matter of his own safety. He is a 15 yr. old horse that has had this problem off and on for years, it was one of the reasons his previous owners sold him (or traded him- she couldn't catch him to show him to anyone.) He and I never had an issue, for a whole year, then it re-surfaced last summer. I can't mess with "chasing" him over the winter because his pasture is so wet and slippery. I do hope to work on catching this spring/summer once things dry up. And it's not even catching per- se, as he pulls back out of the halter once I go to buckle it. It's a frustrating issue but my horse is not in my backyard (he's 45 minutes away-one direction) no lights at the arena, no covered arena.... so it is difficult to do any real consistent training. I would appreciate any tips you might have to offer if you want to email me, thanks! ;) Luckily, his fence posts have electric wire along the top, he doesn't go near them. In fact, even the small section near the gate that doesn't have hotwire, he still thinks it does! ;)
Have a good weekend!
Your potty story is just too funny! I can relate because my 2yr old Grandson is potty training now and it seems to be a constant form of entertainment. We have not gotten as far as getting the nuggets in the potty yet!