Thundersnow

In case you haven't heard of this term, it is real. For those of you who don't live in Chicago, and didn't experience this last weekend, it is just like it sounds. There is lightning (though the sound of the thunder is deadened by the snow) and snow at the same time. It is one of nature's most bizarre spectacles and we saw it last night on our way home from Cecil and Sarah's place.

It's still supposed to be thundersnowing outside, but instead it is warm, with about two feet of wet soggy snow, and so foggy you can only see about 10 feet in front of you. It's so bizarre. Only in Chicago, I tell you.

Anyhow, we didn't get a chance to take Finn sledding this weekend, so since it warm out today I thought I'd try. He was not amused.

He didn't like his snowsuit.

He didn't like his sled.

He didn't like the snow.

He didn't care about the dogs (who were THRILLED to have company in the backyard)

He didn't like his boots.

He didn't like watching Murrey chasing snowballs.

And he just wanted to go in.

He just cried and cried. I think we will try it again AFTER nap time once more when Daddy is here. Daddy is much more fun than mommy, and right now he's rather mad at mommy because she's not giving him milk during the day.

I'll document next time and hope for better results-- it worked with the swimming.