It's a cold, lethargic, day in Ferndale with the thermometer reading something like 3 degrees while the windchill brings it down to around -5. It's the kind of cold that reminds me of being a kid in Marquette. I heard a few people concerned in the coffee shop today that school wasn't cancelled, but it takes more than -5 for my, or Lilah's, Yooper blood to register and be afraid. As a child, I can recall only a handful of time when school was cancelled for temperature and, on one of those particular days, I remember my dad telling me we couldn't go outside because we would get instant frost bite. Then he, like a modern aged hero, put on his snow suit, thick gloves, hat, and wrapped a scarf around his face then went out to shovel the driveway. The ending is only heroic if you've seen a Marquette winter.
Donning our very own heroic ensembles, Lilah Rose and I trekked off to school today. The truck started today for the first time in a week and a half (apparently it just needed a rest) and we were off. Someone is becoming quite a little fussy lady already, telling me she did not want to wear her hat because she didn't want to mess up her nice hair that mama had brushed and put in a ponytail for her. I had taken her snow pants to school just in case, but was relieved to learn there was plenty of sense to be had and the kids wouldn't be going outside today at play time.
I stayed through the parent time as usual and then one of the other parents had brought some stories to quickly read the children because they are going to see a puppet show based on a Russian folk tale for their first field trip this Thursday. I was going to stay to listen to the stories when Lilah turned to me and said "Are you going home? I want you to go home. Love you. Bye." And so, it would appear, I had no choice.
As far as the rest of the day goes, I can't really get Lilah to tell me anything about it. Much like the rest of us today, she is quite lethargic and so she is eating her lunch right now and planning to nap after. She even told Mrs. Wilson that she was quite tired and when Mrs. Wilson asked if she would go home and nap, Lilah replied "First, lunch."