Snowed In

The snow keeps coming. Claire's not feeling well so we're all cocooned in the house today, watching the snow get deeper and deeper. We might get buried in it.

But you needn't worry about us being rescued. Between the drum-banging, 9-month old look-I-have-a-voicebox yelling, and toddler screeching that will leave you wondering if ears are really worth it, it is never difficult to find us.

Somehow, miraculously, though:

Chasing, laughing, tickling, chasing. It was the best kind of noise.