Born a stone's throw from the ocean, Jack's love for water knows no bounds. Admittedly, we've allowed the tub faucet to run unabated more than a few times in deference to his calls for "Mo' watta!" These days, as his little mind adds to his burgeoning vocabulary, every water-related word brings pure delight: "Fish!" "Swimming!" "Ocean!" Here's a favorite photo of our budding Jacques Cousteau/Matt Biondi/Laird Hamilton. (Gotta love that t-shirt.)
Jon has alerted me to an unforeseen benefit of the long winter season here in Boston: "When you run out of room in the fridge," he explained, "you can just put what doesn't fit outside, and it stays nice and cold."
The sun is teasing us right now, sending thick beams of bright light streaming through the windows of Lauren's room. But a crack of the front door and a check at weather.com confirms the real story: Winter is holding its grip, with temperatures hovering steadily at 29 degrees. Here's Little L smiling anyway.