Careful What You Wish For

When we moved here from California, one of the enticements was the kids could experience snow for the first time. (Yes, we could have gone to Tahoe, but that's always more of a struggle with small children.)

Well, here we are halfway through a New York winter, and so far it's been a disappointment. We've had some snow this season, but nothing very satisfying. Several times the flakes looked promising and then turned to rain. Or there was hardly any accumulation. Or the snow melted almost immediately.

Elliot and Kelly prepare for the blizzard by making a show heart.

The worst was in late December when the New York Times promised a "perfect" snowstorm, with 2 to 4 inches of powdery goodness. That storm started off well, then soon turned to rain. It was such a letdown, I felt like the Times should have printed a correction. (They didn't.)

After being teased by the weather gods so many times, I began to wish we would just get dumped on by an unambiguous blizzard.

Now it looks like I'm about to get my wish.

Let's see if I regret it.