polar vortex

This was the coldest week of winter. 

I will also note that this winter at large hasn’t been too bad, coldness-wise, altogether.

I send Asher & Edie out the door to school with a kiss & momentary twinge of guilt; they're garbed in their balaclavas & snowsuits to walk to school & home again for lunch. The boys & I haven’t left the house in days, doing little other than getting dressed, having a snack, playing cars & trains, making a mess, reading books. The weekly batch of muffins. 

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James, protesting about not going outside: "It's not even that cold outside!"

Edie: "Yes it is, it will cold your butt off."