The Bun went out wrapped on a duvet around his snowsuit this morning.
Because it's freezing:
Not Northern Ontario or even Ottawa cold, but still, damn cold. Cold enough that yesterday, the wheels on the stroller were frozen and would not turn, so we travelled by sled until I brought it inside to thaw out. Meanwhile, I muttered to myself as I pushed my way through solid, frozen mounds of snow, "Three more months."