The Life & Times of Finnegan Buckley The terribly exciting and ever expanding world of me, myself

I don’t know if your mom ever tried to convince you that “playing in the snow” was fun, but mine tried that line on me recently.

Looking out the front door in Georgetown, MA

So, first we leave the 50 degree weather of beautiful central North Carolina and drive all night only to arrive in the snow covered, below freezing, God forsaken area known as Massachusetts. During our 4 or 5 days up there we saw even more snow fall. My Mom convinced Dad that “Finn would love going for a sled ride”. I had no idea what a “sled ride” was, but 30 minutes later, I was face down, boogers flowing down my face with a slightly bloody nose from my slip and fall.

Let me warn any other toddlers out there, DO NOT be swayed by your parents memories of how much they used to love playing outside in the snow. Of course they did, it was the stone age, what else were they going to do all day? Luckily we were soon on our way back to a more sane climate.

Then yesterday, the unthinkable happened. The dreaded snow weather had followed me like a US Marshall after a fugitive. Mom and Dad always brag about how they haven’t had to shovel since they moved to NC in 2003, well those days are over. 6 inches of snow fell over night!

You gotta be kidding me!

Snow started falling around midnight while I was sleeping, and by the time I woke up, there was already a couple of inches on the ground. I looked out the back door in shock and horror at the evil whiteness that had enveloped the yard.

It continued to snow and snow and snow all day!

When I heard my Mom on the phone with Mrs. Lewis next door asking if she had mittens I started to panic. I knew what she was up to. Mittens? That could only mean one thing – cold, wet and possibly a bloody nose again.

Unfortunately, since I can’t form sentences yet, I couldn’t explain my displeasure and the next thing I know, I’m being stuffed into a snowsuit.

I was then dragged outside in the snow to sit on a sled that was cold and wet. I’m still not sure how anyone calls this “fun”

Riding on the sled between Mom’s legs wasn’t bad, especially since Dad was pulling us. Then Mom decided to let me have all of that “fun” alone. Umm, no, that wasn’t going to happen. WHAAAAAA!

We walked back to the house where Dad and I threw snowballs at Mom, hopefully she got the hint