As we consulted the radar, we discovered school had been canceled before the flakes even began to get substantial. Fearing the worst, Tom gave me some time to myself in the morning before I tackled the day with three snowbound children.
When I emerged from hiding, I discovered my brilliant husband had brought bowls of the white stuff into the kitchen. For the next few hours we spent time digging, pouring, molding, microwaving (watch it melt!), cutting, and creating. Snownuts and coffee, anyone?
Then we settled in for some real cocoa and a day full of documenting our Gnome-o-meter, our visual guide to the snowfall.