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Not too much has been going on. We had an ice storm Tuesday night and into Wednesday so Henry's school was closed. One perk of living next to a public school is that when you don't hear the school buses rumbling by, you know that there's either been a two-hour delay or it's been canceled altogether. This is convenient because it means I don't have to get out of bed extra early to check online or on the television. Instead I can turn off the alarm, roll over, and go back to sleep. Priceless.

Henry is still asking for another Christmas tree. The other night I was talking with him after tucking him in for the night and he asked if it was going to be Christmas again soon. I explained that we'd have to wait a whole year, then I rattled off all of the months between now and next December. When I was done he said "No, I want it to be Christmas, and then I just want it to be anudder Christmas." Fair enough. Sometimes I feel that way about beach vacations. Actually, I always feel that way about beach vacations.

Tomorrow we're supposed to get 7-8" of snow. If we're feeling plucky maybe we'll head out and get some sledding in. I can already hear Henry protesting once he sees the dangers that are involved in sliding down a snow-covered hill on a flimsy piece of plastic-covered foam. Perhaps there's a bit of a wild-child in him, yet.