It's funny... Everyone in the lower 48 is facing arctic blasts with wind and cold and snow.
Meanwhile in Alaska, we've got 40 degrees and raining.
It's perfect afternoon walking weather.
Okay, it's not actually perfect walking weather. There are patches of ice, huge mud puddles and that gray sky is down right depressing, but when you have three little boys stuck indoors for months at a time, you take forty degrees and not-currently-raining and you run with it. Literally.
And after your walk, you let them throw rocks into the puddles under your house because, well, why not?
Then you warm them with cocoa, bags of chips and episodes of Arthur, and for a little while, all is right with the world.