Well, after two days of snow it is very clear that we have tropical girls. Yesterday JaJa and I took the girls sledding down to the neighborhood park. Children were sledding. Dogs were frolicking. Adults were sliding by on cross-country skis. (Video will be forthcoming, as soon as I figure out how to edit it.) The girls, they were not thrilled by any of this. Stoic would pretty much cover it. After about 20 minutes Heike had had enough, started crying and wanted to go home. NOW.

We tried again today, with decidedly mixed results. They agreed to go outside.

Heike insisted on bringing Puppy along; there’s safety in numbers, you know.

Lucky for Heike Oma knitted them nice warm hats.

By now Sarah is already looking a bit anxious about all this snow.

Leaning for a closer look.

When you’re two gloves are just an annoyance.

From here we managed to walk down the driveway and around the corner. We made it about 25 feet up the road when, without warning, Sarah decided that she was done. She turned on her heel and tromped right back down the road, turning around twice to shout “Heike! COME!’. (Yep, Sarah is the dominant twin. Most of the time.)

She proceeded to march right back to our house and up the driveway, pausing only once to fall in the snow. After I opened the back gate they went directly to the back door and started beating on it to get back inside.

Final Snow Day Score:
Snow - 2
Girls - 0

My brain is fried. I’m on my fifth day of being home alone with the girls. While there is a lot going on around here I’m not quite with it enough to write about it, so. . . I decided to lift a meme from Baggage and Bug. I hope I’m not breaking any important Meme Rules. I guess that technically I’m not, since she sort of tagged everyone.

The meme works as follows:

1) Find the nearest book
2) Open to page 123
3) Type lines 6-8 of said book
4) Tag three others

Unlike the ambitious Ahmad Shah, Zahir Shah had never wanted to be king and was only nineteen when the throne was thrust upon him, just four years after unexpectedly becoming crown prince. He was born into a side-branch of the Durrani dynasty in November 1914, a time of particular turbulence in Afghanistan which prepared the ground for may things that were to happen later. his father General nadir Shah was commander in chief of the forces of King Habibullah, who was said to have taken a wife or concubine from each region as a way of keeping all the different ethnic groups under control, and had more than thirty-five sons. When Zahir Shah was five, Habibullah was assassinated, murdered in his sleep while on a hunting trip to Jalalabad. Nadir Shah was arrested in the initial round-up but then released and again made commander of the Afghan army by his distant cousin Amanuallah, one of Habibullah’s sons, who had taken the throne and many believed had plotted his father’s murder, spurred on by his ambitious mother.

Ok, my fingers are tired now. And I have thoroughly confused spell check.

The book I found is The Sewing Circles of Herat: A Personal Voyage Through Afghanistan by Christina Lamb.

Now for the tagging. Random Thoughts, J. LeRoy and a bicycle built for three, consider yourselves tagged.

Now I’ll know if you’re really reading my blog.