So while Sam and I were in Texas, enjoying friends, warm weather, and breakfast tacos, poor Ben and Henry were stuck with this mess.

(yes, that little brick spot peeking out from under the snow is our home)

But we got ours when we flew back in town on Monday night.

After a wonderful flight home, complete with a three hour delay and a very upset, screaming baby (aka Sam), I was so ready to drive home. Unfortunately DC is not really equipped for the amount of snow we got. Before we left, I parked my car in the long term lot, which was about the stupidest thing I could have done since I knew it was going to get piled in snow in my absence. Luckily Judi (Ben’s mama) flew home with Sam and me so she waited with Sam in the airport while I went to go get the car. After spending about an hour getting my car out with the help of a very nice snow-shoveling airport employee, it was time to hit the road.

To make a long story shorter, the drive, which normally takes about 45 minutes, took us about three hours. The roads were in horrible shape and there were a gazillion deranged truckers speeding around us at 90 mph. But we did eventually make it home. Good thing too. We wouldn’t have wanted to miss this next storm!

The blizzard was actually kind of pretty…

the view from our front door

snow drifts

Henry charging through the snow

definitely the largest icicle I have ever seen