If you plan on being in Brooklyn during a “snowpocalypse,” let me recommend a) not having anywhere to go or anything to do, and b) making sure this happens right after a major gift-giving holiday. For us, this blizzard has been quite lovely and snuggly, the only downside being a touch of cabin fever that can always be remedied by a rousing round of “chase Quimby and scream.” We did try to take Harper out for an idyllic Prospect Park sledding excursion, but she had to go and wreck it by weeping the entire time she was forced to wear her new snowpants. (Thus, only pictured from the still-cute-looking back).
Since we were smart/lazy enough to spend Christmas here in Park Slope, the idiotically rampant travel delays/lack of plowing/snowed-in-subways-and-emergency-vehicles-and-um-snowplows (?!) haven’t affected us much, other than by curtailing our plans to go into the city and death-battle tourists to catch a glimpse of the Christmas windows. My heart goes out to all the stranded travelers, especially the ones with small children. Ack! Nightmare! And I feel lucky that we are cozily stuck at home.
The stores might not be well-stocked but we have a lot of Christmas cookies.
And, wouldn’t you know it, we have an apartment full of new toys. What luck! Also, new dish towels and socks, which Harper keeps pointing out with an excitement matched only by own: “New towels! New socks! HOORAY!!!” I don’t think she’s being sarcastic. Anyway, she’s loving her new be-like-mama-kit (i.e. tea set and tiny books) and the matching be-like-daddy-kit ( retro Fisher Price record player and kids’ camera) not to mention her — finally! — excellent easel! (When do we have to stop living vicariously through her and ask Santa to bring, like, stuff kids are into? Not very soon, I hope?)