Ten Degrees is Cold

Last year on this date:

It was warm enough that Ky was digging for dinosaur bones.

Kosse was playing with a stick.

Today we bundled in many layers in the pursuit of milk and baby wipes.

This look of displeasure is due to the cold wetness from the snowball he attempted to make reaching his skin through his mitten.  I understand the dislike of snow.  It's cold and wet.