I hate winter. I feel like I have been bitching about it since the first day of fall. I think I am especially dreading it this year because I'm going to be stuck inside. With my kids. Every. Single. Day. And that's a scary thought. Not because I don't love them. Of course I love them. It's just... What am I supposed to do with them? We are not exactly the homebody type. With that being said, I have been taking every last opportunity to get my kids out while I still can. We go to the park every time the weather hits 35 degrees or more. And Finley runs around trying to(and often succeeding at) keep up with his brothers. I swear, it's only a matter of time before he ends up with a broken bone.
The shedding of the coats. "But Mooooommm! We're so hot! We really are! Really!" They weren't. It was 37 degrees out.
This slide is the one and only thing that he is afraid of at the park.
A bad guy stole my wallet and took it into the sewer. It's a really good thing my kids are super heroes.
*I wrote this post about 2-3 weeks ago and never published it. I am already missing these warmer days.
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