I’ve made the decision that if it’s not at least 30 degrees…the tiny one and I just are not leaving the house…unless you put a donut on a fishing pole and dangled it in front of my face…WERE NOT GOING ANYWHERE.
It’s been rough. ROUGH. I know…it’s “winter”, but ya see east coast winters normally consist of the following:
1. 1 serious snow storm…2 if like it’s “bad”
2. temps in the 30s to 40s…manageable, not enough to freeze your nose hairs.
3. not conditions that would make the snow mizer throw a flippin spin party…
Either way, there have been some days where we’ve left the house…and when we finally did leave, I jazzed Luke up…and by jazzed up I mean put clothes that weren’t sweatpants on him…hooray for jazz. I do it all for you people…all for you. Have you attempted to button a squirmy 12 month old? HAVE YOU!? It’s hard. You. are. welcome :).