those minus temperatures have been hitting us hard. mabel's antique radiators are tinking and huffing to keep us warm. as outside the nova scotian streets have stayed between minus ten and minus twenty all week.
cc has been counting in even numbers (he doesn't seem to like the odd), making friends with a tabby cat who now meows on our front stoop each morning, drawing trucks with his pa, and is currently in love with his little yak card.
my sweaters are stretching taut over baby bump as its now more of a struggle to fit into things. and all night long those tiny feet are kicking and prodding and tumbling around. maybe cc's little sibling to be is an athlete in the making.