And just like that it is winter. Minnesota. Man. Ali asked her sister today if we were going to get any more warm weather and she said, “Oh yeah, it will get into the fifties.” Doesn’t she know that water, and small white Mexican children, freeze at 52 degrees?

Then our niece said, “I love winter. I get to go snowmobiling…well, except for last winter because it never snowed.” Pretty brutal when the one thing that you look forward to in a Minnesota winter never happens.

Lowe has two wicked bruises on his forehead from a kitchen counter that is at the ideal height to donk him every time he cuts the corner a little too sharp. Our kids look abused more often than not.

We went to the bookstore today and without a word Ouest started picking up books, sitting down on this bench, and flipping through them slowly page by page. It’s going to be awesome when she can read.