Innocent bliss

Sylvie has no idea that the blizzard raging up the east coast is setting us up for a hellish day. Hour delayed already. But she is happy as a clam.

UPDATE: 

We made it - unbelievably, so far as I'm concerned.  When we landed, Logan Airport looked like the blizzard scenes from Die Hard II.  After a little snafu with the luggage we were home safe by 7:30 PM - and Sylvie put herself straight to bed, no dinner, no PJs.  She was pooped.  Here's a shot of her marveling at the snow swirling outside the plane window as we taxied to the gate last night.