As many of you may have heard, we had an intense blizzard this weekend hit the East Coast. In all we in New York City got a bit over 31 inches (some 79 cm) of snow. Everyone seems to be calling the storm a "snowmageddon," which is a new word for me. It was a true blizzard in that the wind was howling and biting cold. Luckily we started the clean up on Saturday before the storm was over, and so we go half of the snow piled up that night and then we did the other half on Sunday. If we had done it all in one day, it might have killed us.
Matthew had a great time, though he was a bit of a pest. He wanted to use the little electric snowblower I had bought in the Fall. And he liked to climb the snow piles we had built up, which meant he knocked down snow unto the cleared paths. The problem with huge amounts of snow in the city is that you don't have enough space to put it, ans so it piles higher and higher as one creates trenches.
Still he, upon climbing to the top of a five foot (about a meter and a half) mound he declared himself "King of the Mountain!"
Then moments later I heard him declare he was "King of New York!" And then "King of Alaska!" Why Alaska? Well, there's a lot of snow there, mountains and mountains full according to Matthew.
And then I heard him declare he was "King of the world!"
"I'm king of the world!"
I think I've got a son with a Napoleonic complex.