We quarantined ourselves last week to avoid spreading this plague, and I learned just how difficult staying home with an energetic, temperamental
Tye's cough is much improved now, and though we're still battling the constant dripping from her nose, we were planning to finally leave the house this week. But apparently, Someone has other plans for us. Just in time for our grand exit, it looks as though we'll be snowed in by the worst Chicago snowstorm since '99- or, as some are predicting, closer to '67's 23 inches (Seriously, I'm loving learning about these historical snowstorms, and I'm especially captivated by the old photos- they're amazing!).
I think this turn of events calls for a snowy trip to the park to play in the snow, perhaps with a new sled in tow (or pulled behind Mico?). If the winds aren't too harsh, we'll be sharing photos soon. Until then, here are a couple from this season's Christmas Eve snow. Stay warm!