Hats On

A blast of chilly air arrived suddenly this morning, and necessitated the use of warmer clothes and outerwear. Though I am feeling sad about it, Adrienne apparently is not. She was all smiles as I loaded her in her car seat wearing a warm, handmade hat from Great Grandma Helen.

We'll see if she is still smiling when the snow is blowing and the windchills are sub-zero for months and months and months.