Friday, January 16, 2009

I've got icicles on my icicles!

Holy coldness. I thought I was going to turn into a mommy-cicle before the bus showed up this morning. The kids were all wrapped up and warm with their ski pants and scarves, but it was so cold icicles were forming on the outside of their scarves where their breath was coming through. Oh the joys of Maine.

1 comment:

Andrew Scott Turner said...

They call it a cold snap because when you go outside every bone snaps when you move.