Day two of the shut-in life of Reid and his Dad in the face of the class three killstorm wasn't that bad. In fact, the National Capitol Region avoided the most aggressive of the snow, so the real problem was just unplowed streets. Our street never gets plowed, I believe, unless the storm happens in close proximity to garbage-day. That's because the garbage truck drivers also drive the snowplows, natch.

Anyhow, we made out way out into the snowpack and visited some malls before the stores open (great fun), had a good time eating fish and later meatballs, and basically made a day of it. There is deadly cold in the form of high winds, so we're limiting outdoor exposure through creative commercial parking techniques, and dropping items from our itinerary with impunity:

Me: Can't find a place to park, Reid.
Reid: Gra. Mu-UUUU mu-UUUU mu-UUUU. (Begins to chew coat.)
Me: Guess we'll go to the grocery store some other time then.

We did want to report again on the fashionable sweatshirt whose demise was prematurely forecast in an earlier post. Through the wonders of Spray 'n' Wash, the sweatshirt was revived and Reid wore it today.



In other news, K will be pleased to find that Reid's previous periodic climbing behavior has been upgraded to full-blown scrambling monkey status. This photograph was taken moments after I ordered Reid to climb down from the back of the couch where he had perched himself to eat a piece of fruit. I handed him the fruit, and he ran excitedly out of the kitchen, which is standard fare. Normally, however, the fruit is just juiced over/mashed into the furniture, or any expensive items inadvertently left in the open. Because of this, I walked into the living room with a camera at the ready to capture and chronicle this amusing act of childhood home destruction.

I was sorely mistaken. Reid was couch-perched like he spent hours whiling away the afternoon on the back of the chesterfield. "Reid! Get down from there!" (Father raises camera while diving toward boy, snaps picture. Boy begins to roll down onto couch, ensuring memories of scolding are wiped away by exciting fearless childhood sensations. Repeat.)