After nearly 5 years in Brooklyn, we've seen unexpected weather about . . . once (Hurricane Sandy). Every other storm has been hyped and then (oops!) only 2 inches when they had already shut down the subway! So when they said a blizzard was on its way, we expected around 3-5 inches. But then predictions swelled and with it, our excitement. Saturday, we woke up to snow streaming by our windows in horizontal winds.

For hours, I sat on the couch reading and it never abated. Because our apartment sits at the end of the street by the water, the winds rush straight up the street, so the snows were drifting and we couldn't quite tell how much snow we actually had.

Walker went up to the roof and snapped these during the storm; I was happy to be warm in my sweater leggings inside.

This building is our twin building (same landlord) and we spy into it every day.

I was snapping with my phone all day, but couldn't capture the breath of the snow, so strong and cold.

The City ended up getting 26 inches of snow, only .1 inch less than the biggest storm ever recorded here. Our friends walked in the middle of streets normally jammed with cars, silent in the snow. But from Brooklyn, we couldn't even see Manhattan.

We finished the day with hot chocolate and loved every minute of it. Post-storm photos coming soon. I'm telling you: up.to.my.waist.in.snow!