:: upstate ::
yeah, this is how we roll in rochester, new york. the mercury (no, really, we have an old mercury thermometer hanging outside our kitchen window, courtesy of 1953) rises above the little line marked "freezing" and we're out riding bikes in the slush.
when evan was a baby and i did this in columbus, ohio, people looked at me like i was beating my child raw in the street for telling me he loved me.
cold air is not child abuse. ask my kiddos. they loved it.