Day 10

It's freakin' 18 degrees out and like a genius, I take my daughter to the park. Needless to say, while we were there, "I'm not cold, I wanna play at the park."; but as soon as we get home, "Mommy, I'm cold and my glubs are dirty." (I'm afraid 'gloves' is a little difficult for my daughter to say.) Maybe we'll luck out and not get snow tomorrow, so we can take advantage of the 35 degree prediction... :P


Happy, isn't she? And she was asked to smile... She said it, but it didn't make it beyond her voice.