The best laid plans

First things first: can you believe it's snowing? And not just snowing, this is snow with gale force winds. Insane. Though I do have to admit that the year Mallory was born (on Easter Monday), we spent Good Friday - which was also April 6 - at a local Easter Egg festival, and it snowed that day, too. When you work for a gas utility and you have cold weather late in the season, you see the executives high-fiving each other in the hall, because it drives up company revenue. My slightly-less-generous bonus plan does not tie so closely to those kind of results. I'd rather have better weather.

Anyway... I digress.

The weekend was good. We had a fabulous dinner at a new restaurant in town on Friday night for Chad's birthday. (For anyone local - we now highly recommend the Smoke House.) We spent some time working down in the basement. We picked out a couple of trees for the back yard (and yes, Mallory managed to face plant in the mud while at the nursery. Why is it that every time we go there, one of my children manage to do that?)

Unfortunately, last week our local school board voted to begin the new school year on September 1st - i.e. BEFORE Labour Day. Those vacation plans that we made nine months ago? They have us coming home on September 2nd. So during our very first year as the parents of school-aged kids, we will miss the first day of school.

It figures.

I am not too worried about it, because there is some sort of staggered start to the JK/K school year and at most I think Liam will miss one 20-minute session... not really enough to write home about. Still. What a kick in the pants.

(This is how we find Liam most weekends when he does elect to nap... he removes himself from the bottom bunk and chooses to conk out in the top bunk. He hasn't pulled this stunt at night... yet. It's supposed to be two more years before we allow him to sleep in the top bunk, but I am really not too worried about it. Liam is quite often like a 40 year old man trapped in a 4 year old's body. He's not the trouble-making kind... we have Mallory for that.)