"it is 33 and RAINING in pittsburgh!" and he nearly skipped out the door to feed the chickens in a flurry of winter white.
we are still recovering from the twelve hour marathon car ride [also known as the festival of sickness and tears] that brought us back from an otherwise wonderful thanksgiving in tennessee with jim's family. the kiddos are a bit under the weather, but today is definitely a good day to cuddle up and lay low.