Mother Nature had fun with Illinois earlier this week--she spat out several inches of snow, and also threw in an earthquake for kicks. While our snowfall was nothing compared to what got dumped on the mid-Atlantic states, it was definitely the most we've had so far this year.
Then early Wednesday morning, I was rudely awakened by the bed being shaken. I figured the vibration was from a passing snowplow, so I didn't think anything of it and went back to sleep. When I got up later, the news reported that a minor earthquake had occurred about 30 miles outside of Chicago. We actually had another earthquake 2 years ago that I felt; also early in the morning--I was nursing Jack at the time. That one was slightly more powerful.
One thing I'd like to point out is that all males in the Nold household, including the dog, have slept through both earthquakes. I heard a lot of dogs were really freaked out by the earthquakes--obviously ours can't be bothered to rouse from his slumber by something as minor as the earth shaking.
Anyway, here are some pictures of Jack from the other night:
"Jack, where's your tongue?"
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