Fighting the February Funk

Not too cold for us, Mom.

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).