MIA

I'm starting to feel like a recluse.  Tye has another cold, but this time it's coughing and snot-shooting, all on top of her lower molars coming through.  It's the cough we've heard at least a thousand times this winter, at mommy meetings, dinners with friends, play dates, and grocery stores.  I guess it was only a matter of time before Tye, too, caught it- or as Tyler said, "the law of probability."  


We quarantined ourselves last week to avoid spreading this plague, and I learned just how difficult staying home with an energetic, temperamental walker runner can be.  By Thursday, Tye was, thankfully, feeling well enough that staying home and playing with the same old toys was torturous.  We braved the cold as much as we could stand, but continued to hibernate through the weekend.


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!