Things are finally starting to warm up a bit around here, with the temperature today very nearly reaching 40°F (about 5-ish Celsius). You could almost call the weather “spring-like,” if it weren’t for the eight or ten feet of snow still piled in the front yard.

After taking the dogs out this morning, Olof came into the office and told me it was a nice day to be out. I nodded absently and went back to my internetting. An hour or so later he came in from getting the mail and said, “Seriously, when you step outside it feels almost as warm as it does inside.”

Now, I knew that wasn’t true, but I could tell he wasn’t going to get off it until we went outside, so I suggested to Lydia that she go out with Tage and Petra, and set them to getting their winter gear on. Then I bundled the baby up in the stroller, put a leash on Asbjørn, and went out for a walk. When I got back home, I traded dogs and invited the three bigger kids to come along on my walk with Lucy.

We went up to the “sports area,” where they’ve got the hockey rinks and soccer fields and whatnot, and let Lucy off-leash to run off some excess energy. That was fun for fifteen minutes or so, until we were taken to task by a caretaker. Apparently our hi-jinks put the soccer field at risk (“It’s a grass field,” he said to me, a statement from which I assume I was supposed to take deeper meaning than I did), so I gathered up my children and my dog and went to another part of the area, where said children took a few runs down the sledding hill before we walked back home.