Snowman courtesy of Dad.
Is February really only 28 days long? Really? This is not my favorite month.
In an attempt to avoid any sort of winter gloom, I am adopting the attitude that Eleanor and Brendan have (i.e. if we put snow pants and ski gloves on, we actually can go outside and have fun).
Plus, I am going to get regular manicures and pedicures to avoid that dry winter skin thing that tends to happen.
Oh, and I booked us tickets to Florida at the end of the month. Only 23 days until our toes hit the sand (and Colin makes his first trip to the beach).