Teething misery, and LOTS of snow

Doesn't she look miserable?

Well, she's sweet and smiling in this photo, but poor Agatha has had a rough three days bringing in her upper molars. Thursday she actually fell asleep on the living room floor, she was so wiped out, and while her night sleep has been fine, her naps have been messed up and she has been cranky and whiny and miserable. She barely ate yesterday, but thankfully by this afternoon she was clearly better. She ate well and was back to toddling around and getting into stuff like her old self (The past three days she barely allowed me to put her down. I had a lot of kinks to work out in yoga this morning!) When she woke up from her nap, I was nursing her and Michael and I were going over our coming week together, and she started to get upset and say, "car! car!" I thought she was hearing us and thinking one of us was going to leave, so I assured her that no one was going anywhere-- and she just got madder. I finally figured out that SHE wanted to go somewhere in the car. "Want to go to Lowe's?" Michael asked. "Loooow," she answered, reaching out to him. (Michael says she had a great time, and that when she was ready to go she said "Low, out!")

The reason Agatha was stir-crazy this afternoon is that we woke up to about a foot of snow on Saturday morning, and it just kept snowing right through the middle of the afternoon. Our second huge snowstorm of the year! The past few years we haven't had any storms like this, so Mom is really getting a nice welcome to Pennsylvania. It was a very well-behaved storm, though; gave plenty of warning and happened on a Friday night, leaving us plenty of time to dig out before Monday morning. It is beautiful, and Henry has had a great time in it.

Despite some crankiness with Agatha, we had a lovely weekend. Nothing like being snowed in to make you feel like you're on a little vacation; we watched an Elmo movie in the middle of the day and built a lego city in the middle of the living room. We made brownies and ate them all. And Henry learned to love his snowpants, which for a boy who only recently deigned to wear a coat, is quite a triumph!
Elmo-related postscript: the reason we went looking for Elmo on Netflix is that Agatha was gifted with an Elmo doll that sings and talks when you sit him on his little potty. Despite the fact that the batteries ran out almost immediately and Elmo no longer sings, she knows the "la la, la LA" Elmo song and sings it herself when she sees him or a potty.