The snow started last night before we went to bed, and it’s still coming down!

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We all bundled up this morning to check it out, but (as Patrick predicted) I could only take about 10 minutes of it.

Poor Joe had the worst night of sleep since he was a newborn. He woke up crying at 1 a.m. and 4 a.m., and somewhere in there he woke up happily la-la-la’ing too. We think he was having nightmares (about what?), which I’m told sometimes coincide with a growth spurt. We’ll see!

He went down for a nap right after lunch, at which point the Best Husband Ever brought me the traditional snow-day lunch of a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup. ON A TRAY. With a great big Diet Coke. Love him.