Apparently, this year Veterans Day is the beginning of winter. When I got up at 5:47 this morning, it was 10 degrees with a strong wind, and when I went outside to let Mia out, this is what it looked like:
Mia was not amused.
Okay, so technically it didn't look exactly like that, because it isn't even light at 5:47 a.m. I waited until later to take the photo. Obviously.
The boys were very excited about the snow and were out the door like a shot as soon as they had some breakfast.
Well, a shot that was loaded by me first with winter boots, snow pants, hats, mittens, and coats.
Is it a bad sign that I'm already silently but vehemently cursing the winter apparel and it's only the first snowfall of the season? Yeah.
They stayed out for almost an hour, despite the wind and temperature.
Meanwhile, Poppy was all, "Have fun, guys. I'll just stay here on the couch in my fleecy sleep sack."
Incidentally, as you can see from the above photo, Poppy is in the baby acne stage of development. That's okay, though, because it gives me the opportunity to sing my own version of "Sixteen Going on Seventeen," from The Sound of Music. It goes like this, "You are three weeks going on thirteen, with pimples across your cheeks . . ."
So that's where we are: playing in the snow and singing ridiculous songs to the baby. Cabin fever, here we come.