Tuesday Snow

December 9, 2008

We have been lucky so far in that both November and part of December brought little to no snow in Boulder. That luck has run out. In the last week we have been hit with two small-to-decent sized storms. Last night we got probably 6″ of the powdery stuff. What’s most fun about it this year, of course, is the fact that Clare recognizes what it is and is constantly saying “NO” as it’s still difficult for her to pronounce the “sss” in front of most words.

This morning as Justin shoveled off my car and then went to work on the driveway and sidewalks, I put Clare in her warm poofy coat, hat and mittens. She wanted to get outside with Daddy and Logan and, as predicted, she squealed with delight as Logan bounced around in the snow begging for someone to please, please throw her the stick. It was a great way to start the day, indeed.

The pregnancy continues to move along and I am now in my 14th week, which marks the end of my first trimester. Recent news of a co-workers twins born two weeks ago with chromosomal abnormalities have completely rocked my world and I am having a hard time squashing the paranoia that creeps into my head from time to time. But, screening tests that we’ve done show all is well and I am trying to stay positive about the health of this little one I carry inside.

In other news, our very dear friends, The Eagans, are leaving us this month as they head home to North Carolina to live on the ranch with Shelley’s parents. Shelley and I met when she moved to Boulder wither her husband, Brian, and their two kids Dewi and Zoe. She grew up with a friend of mine from college, who contacted me upon Shelley’s arrival and asked if it would be okay for her to contact me, as she didn’t know anyone in town. I always say yes to those kinds of requests, because I know first-hand what it’s like to move somewhere without knowing a soul. The kindness of friends (and their friends) is always a found treasure when starting out someplace new.

Shelley and I hit it off immediately and her southern accent reminded me of my time at Chapel Hill, summers spent in the mountains of North Carolina, and then my three years in Atlanta. Since then, we have been camping together, drank many a glass of wine together, and celebrated life’s milestones with our families. Without a doubt, I will sorely miss Shelley and her family.

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