I know, I know, we really don't get proper winter in the Bay Area. But that's what makes us such enormous wimps about it. This morning, when we made it out to the kitchen around 8:30, it was only 30 degrees! When it got up to 40, Baby Grady and I bundled up in the Mobyish, donned our winter caps, and took a short stroll through the neighborhood. We strategically navigated to the sunny patches and soaked it up, because allegedly the rain is coming. (There's our "proper" winter.)
As it happens, Grady and I are both wearing winter caps made for us by our grandmothers. Because grandmas know the importance of keeping your head warm. And looking cute, of course.
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