I put a greasy Bear to bed a few minutes ago.  Her chattering has grown quiet, and I know that she is tired, because she refused to leave the doctor’s office this morning.  Then, she refused to leave the car, and later, she refused to let me change her diaper.  When according to her doctor’s suggestion, I smeared hydrocortisone and then Aquaphor all over Bear’s body to help her eczema, she cried big tears and said, “No, Mommy.  No.”  However, when I turned her onto her stomach so I could coat her back, she gave in and pressed her little cheek into the changing pad and looked up at me from one side with big eyes.  The back rub seemed to subdue her, which is fortunate, because I know that she needs to sleep.

My city is packed in snow again today.  The snow started shortly after noon yesterday and fell continuously through early this morning.  Yesterday evening, stalled cars blocked every route I attempted to leave the area where I work.  I watched less-fortunate drivers being towed up a hill that my all-wheel drive vehicle was able to traverse.  Despite my heater running as high as possible, my windows kept icing over and chunks of ice quickly formed around my windshield wipers.  My twenty-minute drive from work to Bear’s daycare yesterday evening stretched to an hour and a half.  When I arrived, Bear was the only child there.  She’d been left with a high school girl, while the one remaining full-time care provider was outside shoveling the sidewalk and working on a path to my car.  Bear’s diaper was so full that large, wet rings had formed around her legs, but she seemed as oblivious to her neglect as the high school girl was.  Instead, Bear ran around the empty classroom with a look of glee on her face as though I had stopped by simply to play.  When she began rolling on the mats, I scooped her up and quickly dressed her for the blizzard outside.   The blowing snow and frigid air quickly changed Bear’s attitude from one of excitement to one of careful curiosity, and I heard little from her on the way home except the occasional “car,” “snow,” and “pretty.” 

We expect another inch of snow tomorrow and another three or four inches this weekend. I love the snow, but I think that I’ll be ready for spring after this next round. 

In the meantime, enjoy this picture of Bear’s first snow from December 2009. 

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