Baby Hemberger: Spring is Here...Maybe Not

I thought that spring was here to stay, but no, not even close. We are in the middle of a three day blizzard right now and it is "the pits." Fredrik was starting to like stroller rides, and I was starting to enjoy the exercise of pushing the storoller around the farm. Peter was also experiencing parental bliss carrying Freddy around in the front carrier (it's the cool dad thing to have a front carrier) and showing him the sights and sounds of the farm. The grass was starting to green up in spots, the quack grass anyway (a horrible wretched invasive weed). We had days that were sunny and blue with huge summertime clouds floating by. The greenhouse was filling up with plants, some spinach and greens plantedin the ground and hundreds of seedlings; tomatoes, peppers, broccoli, cabbage, onions, leeks, flowers, and herbs were all doing great. Yes, this last sentence is written in the past tense since our greenhouse now looks like a tornado came through.
Last night Peter got home from giving guitar lessons and ran out to check on the greenhouse before we settled in for a long winter's nap. To his dismay he heard a thunderous sound which was the greenhouse plastic whipping in the wind. Not a good sight. He ran back to the house and said, "Katy, we have some work to do." By his tone I knew this was serious. "The greenhouse top blew off?" Yikes. My first thought was, "The baby." I thought fast and got that little guy to sleep in about a minute, our emergency-only pacifier went in his mouth, I strapped him into the jogging stoller that was now in the kitchen and turned the radio to static (white noise). I wheeled the stroller back and forth until he fell asleep then took off to the greenhouse where Peter had already parked the van next to the gaping side. Inside, it was really dark but the headlights lighted the way. Hail was flying in our faces, the wind must have been close to 40 mph, and the ground was mud and slush. We loaded the van up with seedlings, drove them to the house, made room in the house, unloaded, went back to load up again, and again, and again. All the while I was running back and forth to check on Fredrik. He was still sleeping, sucking away with a pleasant smiling expression upon his face, OK, run back out into the blizzard, run back in, still peaceful, out again...pretty soon we had gotten all of the plants inside. Our kitchen, living room, and dining room floors are covered with all the plants. We're going to leave them inside until tomorrow when we will bring them out to our smaller greenhouse. Peter is rigging up a heater and some better insulated sides for their next home. Craziness.
Here is the recent past when the weather was getting better all the time. Fredrik's first buggy ride with Grandma Barb, he loved it.