Apparently, the snowmageddon was not enough. After all that, we then had another foot or so of the white stuff dumped on us Tuesday and Wednesday. Most of Wednesday looked like this out our window--near white-out conditions, with the wind howling.
Case in point: the little guy has literally started tearing the house apart. We heard him playing in his crib after naptime the other day and left him for a bit, since he seemed to be enjoying himself. Oh, he was. He tore open his mattress and ripped the foam out in pieces!
But he really has been a good sport. We've done a lot of walking the halls of the building. We go watch people work out through the glass wall of the gym. I'm sure it makes them feel very comfortable. We go watch people swim in the too-cold indoor pool. Again, comfort-inducing.
We've spent a lot of time sitting in the toy bin.
We've pushed his scooter up and down the hallways with a Swiffer Wet mop. Glad nobody caught me in the middle of that activity. We've gone down to the lobby to check the mail again and again. By the way, even the postal service couldn't defeat the double-doozy snowstorms. No mail. We've read Barnyard Boogie eighty-three thousand times. We've colored with crayons. We've tried to be verrrrrrry quiet while Jacob participated in umpteen teleconferences from home.
And we've just played, played, played.