Ice Age

How the time gets away from me some days.  As of last Monday, our personal Ice Age has ended.  Almost 3 full weeks of inhabiting a meat locker and waking-up to frosty grass and ice on our windshields has made us heartier.  James is actually wearing slippers.  Nate insists that he continue sleeping with his footy pajamas, baby sleep sack and 4 blankets.  And I haven’t heard Jacob whisper, “My blankets are freezing!” at 4am, 2 inches from my face in almost a full week.

Though a few days ago he did wake me from a sound sleep with the declaration, “Mama.  Frogs bark like dogs in Texas.”

“It better be 7:00.”

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Nake & Jake at the North Pole

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