Darn that Fire Marshall!

Jake took Tate down to the Comic Book Convention in NYC on Saturday. They arrived about an hour after they opened the doors and it was already so crowded that the Fire Marshall wasn't letting anyone else in. Tate was extremely disappointed (but not as disappointed as Jake was) but felt better when these storm troopers showed up outside.
The day wasn't a total bust though. They walked to a comic shop in Times Square and got to mingle with all the other nerds. They got to ride the subway (Fun to do if you're a 4 year old boy. Not so much if you're a germ-freak mommy) and eat pizza on a street corner. So, not a total waste of a day.
It's snowing here again. We got about 5 or 6 inches yesterday. Not enough to be a major pain in the bum, but it was enough to get Jake sent home from work 2 hours early! Yay! He came home and shoveled the walks and slid down the hills with Tate. Lucy, Miles, and I watched from the safety of the living room. Lucy's feeling much better today. Her fever has been gone for 24 hours and her cough is much less intense, but she still sounds like a smoker when she talks. Poor little girl.