So just last week we were rolling in temperatures above 70 degrees here in Carolina.
Over the weekend we had a cookout with some neighbors and we were joking about how ridiculous it was that we were in t-shirts and shorts and grilling during the MLK holiday weekend.
And then it came: the fucking frigid weather.
So cold in fact, that daytime highs were in the low 40s.
So what's a stay-at-home dad to do but improvise.
Enter the indoor camping extravaganza.
Needless to say, the wife wasn't to happy about this one. But I (think) I convinced her that it was a good primer for the boys for when we finally get back into camping (this spring I hope; we registered at REI when we got married but we haven't been since Number 1 was born and that's creeping up on seven years).