old houses + babies

all bundled up

If you haven't been following the news, Facebook status updates, or live in California, then surely you heard about the polar vortex. It was so cold the Great Lakes froze over, polar bears had to come inside, and Packers fans were wearing things like this at the game on Sunday. It was so cold that our home, built in the 1940's and still with the original windows and brick exterior (things that seemed so charming when we first moved in during the summer), felt about as frigid as that Packers game.

We went to drastic measures to ensure Clay didn't turn into a popsicle at night. Between his socks, footed pjs, and fleece sleep sack, the kid was in more layers than an eskimo, and every night Eleanor and I tiptoed into his room to carry the crib out into the hallway - away from the icicles hanging off the windows and the drafts drifting in through the walls. Add those things to the lead paint in the baseboards, the scary creaking floors, and the enormous raccoon family that lives in the tree right outside his window and we are ready to start building some character in this house.

-Scott

Note From Eleanor: I'm terrified of those raccoons.

Note From Scott: Those things are huge.

Note From Eleanor: They are going to eat us.