To Grammy's house we go (at 2 a.m.)

It was a very long drive to Grammy's house. We left at 6:23 pm, arrived at little after 2 am and stopped five times along the way: Gas, Theo, Theo, Theo, Gas. Gus only slept from 7 to 9:30. He spent the rest of the time playing dj (Spoon's Sister Jack, Jack Johnson's Bubble Toes and the Putumayo Animal Playground cd over and over and over again) and saying "Gus see Grandpa" and "Bye-bye trees," which I think means "get off the highway." He seems to associate trees with highways, since, as a city boy, the highest concentration of trees he knows is on the side of the highway.

We knew there was a lot of snow up here but it was shocking to pull off the highway and to actually see it. The mound of it in front of my parents' house had to be 6 feet high. I wish I had taken pictures of it first thing when we woke up (at ten till 8--thanks Gus) because by the time we got out to play (3 pm) so much had melted. It was 50 degrees! And there is something really artificial about playing in the snow when you do not need a hat or mittens. Even though there was still more snow on the ground than we will probably get in Philly in two whole winters, it felt fake, like we were playing in a mound of "snow" outside of a skating rink.

Building a Snowman with Grandpa.

Snow, sand, same tools.

Why are you wasting raisins and carrots? "Gus eat raisins?"


"Gus's Snowman"

"Ball!" First throw.

"Opps." Face first. This happens sometimes.