Cold, Quiet Sundays

Now that the dead of winter seems to have settled in prematurely, Amadea and I have taken to relaxing on these cold, quiet Sundays. No visitors, no gymnastics, no outings for us while the temperature is lounging around minus twenty Celsius (-4F). So we relax, talk, play quietly, and learn to exist together quietly. Right now, she is reading books to her rather large stuffed dog. Earlier, before nap time, she was dressing him up in her winter coat, boots, and scarf. Luckily for him, she never forced him to go outside.

He did look cool in the boots, though.