The forecast called for lots and lots of ice with temps in the 20s for days so everyone (me included) went to the store to stock up. It was a good thing, too, because DFW was essentially shut down for 3 days and it took several more days for the stores to get shelves stocked again. (I don't have any of the empty shelves pictures, but people posted lots of them on Facebook so I know it was a real thing people experienced.) For us, we faired pretty well. We were out of power for just a few hours, most of which we spent at IHOP. And Seth got a 3-day weekend out of the deal, so it was Christmas-prep weekend: music, candles, etc. It was actually quite nice. Until Austin got sick.
My trunk of supplies.
A big pot of my mom's chili hit the spot!
We were without power and without firewood. I would have packed up and gone somewhere else before lighting a fire, though. I HATE the mess afterwards. Trying to convince Seth to let us have gas logs installed. There's already gas there and they make gas logs that put out heat. Maybe we'll get them as a gift sometime? ;-)
And the next several thousand pictures (I'm kidding!) are proof that all you need to turn everyone into an ametuer photographer is some ice coating everything in sight. Enjoy!
Icicles on the icicles... get it?
I love getting at least one picture of our house in a white landscape each year. Then it can melt.
I gave Seth the camera when he was in the backyard playing with Austin and said "take some pictures" and he really got some GREAT ones!
That one tree might be a gonner even though it never broke, just leaned all the way over.
I love the ones of the toys. Especially the water table with ice hanging from it.
Such a sweet face.
There's something very classic or very Christmas-y about red berries coated in ice. Right?
LOVE!
SO much ice. yikes!
The fourth day brought temperatures up above freezing so the ice could start to melt. I walked through the family room and caught a glimpse of the ice from the table falling through and had to capture it!
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