I live in New England -- just outside of Boston. To say the winters are cold is a gross, angry understatement. Winters are sub-freezing, arctic acres of blustery unforgiveness.
After moving here last fall from Northern California, we did our best to embrace winter. We bought hand warmers by the crate, hoisted log upon log on the fire, shoveled and shoveled seemingly unending piles of snow in what became known as Boston's Snowmaggeden.
We fought hard battles against endless colds/viruses, and huddled in our home with piles of books (a *huge* THANK YOU to the fine peeps at Highlights Magazine for keeping my toddler entertained for those six, looooong weeks of snow-induced captivity).
And now that winter is quietly creeping to our door, tugging at my still-bare ankles, we, as a family, made the decision to wholeheartedly embrace it: sledding, snowman/woman building, snowy hikes, you name it.
Being outside has TONS of bennies, even in winter: a more robust immune system, heart-healthy exercise for a healthy body, and lots of vitamin D absorption.
This morning, my daughter and I piled into our parkas, slipped on our hats and mittens, and hit up the park for some running, jumping, swinging, and sliding action. We raced around for a solid 30 minutes. A breathless, happy, half hour of chilly child's play.
That has to count for something, right?
Love and FIF,