After seven minutes, he still hasn't stirred (likely also secretly awake and hoping his better half will swoop in and feed the baby chick). I peel off our three layers of covers and shiver as my toes feel the frosty morning air. For a second, I consider jumping back in under the down comforter to snuggle until I can't take the screaming anymore. Good thing my better instincts take over.  I shuffle with one eye open into the kitchen.

I woke up and new exactly what I wanted to do after I put the babe down for a nap a few hours later. 

Do the lyrics from a certain animated film with a certain ice princess automatically start humming through your head as soon as you hear that word - frozen? They were genius, I tell you ;)

Yesterday's weather should have been what you feel when you open up the dictionary and look up "blistery." And today's should be "frozen."

My other half left before dawn to make it to the big city in time for a day filled with business meetings, and as peeked from under our heavyweight down comforter + oversized quilt, I could feel Jack Frost nipping at my nose.