Monday, January 24, 2011

Winter Afternoons

Working on their igloo...

My youngest, the only one born outside of the frozen tundra (ND/MN), has a complete fit if his hands get the least bit chilly. He also doesn't particularly like mittens. This poses quite a problem for him (and of course me) since he comes screaming in, flailing his arms around as if they're on fire, and crying uncontrollably for what seems an eternity. The joys of snow!