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.”
Nake & Jake at the North Pole
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