It may seem frigid here in Idaho, but we’ve got nothin’ on Sweden. Apparently the whole country is basically one large icicle. Last Saturday, for instance, it was -18 degrees F in Örebro. MINUS EIGHTEEN! So wrong. So very, very wrong.
Since my brother and his family walk most everywhere, it was time to Nordic-up. I knew my brother found a fur cap; I didn’t know they found a matching cap for Little Man … until I found this in my inbox:
How can there be a no-good-truly-bad day, as long as this photo is nearby? Yeah, I can’t imagine either …
Oh Lord that's CUTE!
so very cute!!!!!