Everyone who has met my kids knows they love each other and are a strong little team.
Most folks also realize I have 2 very different kids...John is my sensitive soul, who is bouncy like Tigger (like his mama), and is either awake and moving 1000 miles per hour or he's out cold.
Annie is my tomboy princess, who needs both her space and her cuddles, and loves to lounge (like her mama). This morning when I woke Annie up, she marched over to our front hall table, got her sunglasses, and proceeded to the couch stating it now looked like midnight.
By now everyone not under a rock has heard that the Midwest has been slammed by The Polar Vortex (emphasis mine...seems to need a formal name since it's come and stayed and is sharing our lives).
But. I refuse to give in to this Fucker (again, emphasis mine). So tonight I grilled steaks. Outside. In The Vortex. Granted standing over a 400 degree grill eased the Vortex's power, but still I was proud. And my darling 3 year old ate her steak and proudly proclaimed that everyone was loving the feast mommy made! (Ok - note to self - cook an actual meal more often.)
Frosty was proud of me as well...but pissed I am allowed inside.