It was late January and in the midst of one of the coldest winters we’ve had in a long time. The boys had been begging to go to the playground and we obliged one day after school. Though it was freezing (literally, I think it was in the 30s) we headed to Tom Brown park. I bundled Baby Girl and the boys put on hoodies – they aren’t phased by cold – and we played until the sun set. There wasn’t a soul there; we were the lone family on the entire playground, which allowed my boys to run wild all over the equipment. I stayed under a pavilion with my Leetles and watched them frolic.