It was such a gorgeous day! If you don’t count wind chill (and really, who does?), it was a balmy 36 degrees. In the sun. Wearing snow pants over fleece pajamas. But it was beautiful, and we were with friends, one who had a flask which may or may not have contained some Red Hot.
We kept our layers on until 11:56.
(Seriously, the camera must be broken, because we were in there for hours!)
My bear cubs braved the water, sorta.
Almost all the women were wearing one-pieces, or at least tankinis, but here’s why A Lady Should Always Wear a Bikini When Polar Bearing:
It’s very, very practical. Even if it shocks your firstborn.
And can I thank my parents again for their genetics? I had been preparing for this dive by pudging on lots of cookies. I look at a dozen pictures of myself, and I don’t even feel the need to run to the gym. The salon, maybe. But the gym not so much.
Ah, I got the t-shirt!
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A note about the photographer. I have very, very few pictures of me during the year. Mama’s the one who whips out the camera and records our lives for the kids. But I just figured out how I can get my husband to take pictures of me. Ideally, I wouldn’t always have to wear the Bikini-I-Had-Before-I-Became-A-Mother, but it’s a start. Love ya, Babe!