The fever of the cabin, she is setting in. It has been cold, bitterly so, and I'm getting a little irritated. Pissed, even. How do you people in the frozen north do this?
And, while I'm a big advocate of daily fresh air for the wee ones, the 45 minutes of dressing, layering, socking, booting, hatting, mittening, coating, rehatting, etc. is a little tedious. Particularly when we spent about seven minutes (no exaggeration) outside of the actual house until the cries of THE COLD IS BITING MY FIIIIIINGERS sent us back inside.
Oh, well. I've got my external hard drive to keep me warm. I've been combing through my massive photo files for playground pictures from the salads days of summer and fall, when we ran through the parks with total abandon, never with mittens, often without coats, sometimes in sandals. Can you imagine?