Whenever it snows, there is part of me that wants to stay in and order delivery; but the novelty of snow in the city still hasn’t worn off enough to allow this, and we often end up in the park. This weekend, on our way home from the Folk Art Museum on the Upper West Side, we decided to walk across Central Park just as the sun was getting close to setting. It was beautiful. We had been pushing Hudson in the stroller, but when he was ready for a nap, I carried him asleep in my coat while taking turns with Ashley pushing the stroller through the snow. (Nope, I wouldn’t recommend it.) We got a little carried away with instagram along the way; here are some favorites, drawn mainly from there.