It just keeps snowing

So we got over a foot of snow...again. We were a bit more prepared this time. Like everyone else, I ran to Target the night before the snow for milk and bread. 100 dollars of Target merchandise later, I came home ready for the snow fall.
Last time, we didn't shovel our driveway and the snow didn't melt for almost a week. Matt and I are both from North Carolina where we didn't have shovel snow. There is never a need to shovel snow in Charlotte....it is just going to melt on its own in another hour anyway, right? Richmond snow has been different. This snow fall, I got outside on Sunday afternoon to shovel my driveway. Most of my neighbors were out doing the same. So please observe the amazing job I did on our drive way. It took me about 45 minutes to shovel and two days to get over the UNBELIEVABLY sore muscles in my back and arms.

In Memoriam-My Mayme

My dad called me early on Sunday morning to let me know that my sweet Mayme passed away at 3am. She went peacefully, in her sleep. Mayme was over 90 years old, thoughtful, smart and always ready for a board game or cards.
I remember being a little girl and Mayme cooking up a storm. She would make pancakes and cookies and let us have a piece of cake, all at breakfast. I remember that she let us stay up late to finish a game of Monopoly. I remember that she would let me win.
As an adult, Mayme was so excited when called and I told her I was going to marry Matt. She was even more excited when I called her every time I was pregnant. She celebrated with me every time as if it was the first time. She would tell me stories about being married to my Papa or raising my dad and my Aunt Fran.
I told William and Abigail that Mayme is in heaven with Jesus now. They asked me why I was sad and I let them know that I was crying because I loved my Mayme and I was remembering all the good times with her. Kids have a way of knowing what you need. Will and Abby came and sat next to me and just gave me big hugs.
We love you Mayme and celebrate your life.

What's for dinner?

I am not the best cook in the world. I muddle through with some of the old tried-and-true recipes, like spaghetti, meatballs, baked potatoes and baked chicken.
I do like to try new casserole recipes that I find, however sometimes they turn about a bit different than expected. I must give a shout out to Matt who will try anything. About a week ago, I made a chili recipe that I had made a few times before. This last time, it didn't turn out quite right. Because the kids needed something or Harper was crying, I didn't sit down and start eating until Matt had already finished his plate. I started eating while I was nursing Harper so I was slightly distracted. I ate a bite. Then another bite. Something was wrong. It did not taste good. Actually, it tasted bad. I looked at Matt and his already-finished plate.
I said, "Something is wrong with this chili," slightly surprised. As if it would change, I tried another bite. "Matt, did you notice that this chili tastes bad? What did you think?"
He just looked away and didn't say anything. He had eaten it all and not complained. He didn't have the words to agree with me (maybe he just couldn't look at me with a straight face, but hey, this is my story and my blog). Later in the week, he asked never to have that chili every again. He did not even crack a smile or laugh. God bless that man.
Well, I have redeemed myself. I have learned how to make pork bar-b-que in the crock pot and it tastes awesome. It tastes so good, I took a picture. We actually had it for dinner again tonight. We forced the kids to try a bite and they didn't like it. It's okay if they don't like it; I'm really cooking it for Matt.

A quiet Friday night

I am watching Spy Kids with the kids. The movie is not all that bad. Much better than Yo Gabba Gabba (I can't stand that one) and Wow Wow Wubzy (I just turn it off). I do love Olivia and Phineas and Ferb.

So we had oatmean for dinner, a request from Will. Abigail asked for peanut butter-plain and on a spoon. Harper didn't request much, but she did fall asleep on the couch between me and Abby. Here is a picture of Harper before she passed out.

I think it is going to be a fun weekend.