winter, winter

These icicles--they've melted and froze over and over and now there's a big lump of ice on the front steps so we can't open the storm door.  We have to walk all the way around the house to get the mail.

Good grief.

It's temporary.

Oh, but look at this--in the new part of the house, added on in 2003, there's actually INSULATION in the rafters, so voila-- no icicles.

These guys were here this weekend, and you can see what this winter is doing to our MINDS:

Blanket forts were built with intense arguing, and we all just watched the show.

Onward, February you overly snowy old coot?  We're looking forward, ready for March.

Love, Val