|Late Christmas afternoon - everything is coated in ice. Heavy, heavy ice.|
|The same crepe myrtles from the first picture, the next morning.|
|A sight I never thought I would see in Arkansas - 10 inches of snow!|
|More of the pretty, sparkly, troublesome ice.|
Uh, no. Eventually the neighbors lost power too, and it became apparent that we were going to be cold and dark for the night. My biggest concern was keeping Malcolm warm. He isn't really old enough yet to sleep under a pile of blankets, and he can't tell me if he is too cold (well, he can cry and fuss, but since he does that when he is hungry, bored, cold, hot, etc. it isn't the clearest message). In the end, I slept in the living room, in the recliner, with him in my arms, because it was the warmest room in the house. It worked better than I had expected, and I didn't get uncomfortable until 6:30 or so, and then we joined Benjamin in the bedroom.
|Malcolm the snow elf, in several layers of clothes, and a cold Miikka.|
|Our street as seen from our driveway.|
|Looking down the big hill.|
In a way, we were right about Maumelle's power being robust - many areas of Little Rock were indeed without power for 6 or 7 days. Southern trees, ice, snow, and power lines are not a good combination.
|Sunrise several days later.|