During the day, it’s pretty quiet around here. The TV is turned off, because I’m not such a constant background noise type, and so it’s just me and the dog and my to do list.
The kids clear out by 8:15, Sonja slightly earlier, as she has a 10 minute walk to school. Chadd checked the weather before she left, and found out that it was -27C; to which she replied, “That’s OK as long as there’s no wind.”
Well, it’s windy. And we Canadians do calculate the wind chill, so poor Sonja walked to school on a day that felt like -37C. At that temperature, it’s really not best to be outside for more than 15 minutes, so I’m sure she was a tad chilly when she arrived. (It wasn’t much colder than yesterday, though, and she mentioned that only her hands had gotten cold.)
The funny part is, that sometimes I don’t even believe I’m genetically related to her. You know how everyone says that kids don’t feel the cold? She’s only programmed to feel the heat, I do believe. I’ve had more trouble keeping her from getting heat stroke in summer than I ever had with keeping her warm in winter.
The proof is in the pictures…tank top and shorts vs. long sleeve shirt and jeans!