It must seem like overkill to our relatives up north that we make such a big deal of a few inches of snow falling in one night. Having grown up in snow country and raised my boys in Chicago during their younger years, we are more than comfortable with a little snow. I think that's why we notice its absence all winter long here by the sea. We have been praying (literally) for at least one snow day this year and now we are on day two of no school! What a treat! We pulled out the snow pants, boots and mittens and had a good laugh at how much the older two have grown. RW's pants are at least three inches too short but they still fit around his slim waist so they worked just fine. They first headed outside at 7:00am yesterday. Then again at 10:00, 1:00, and 4:00. By that time I found myself silently grateful that we only do this once a year. What a pain it is helping these boys out of muddy bo...