When it was time for this year’s Polar Bear Plunge, I found that there wasn’t a fiber of my being that wanted to jump into a freezing cold pool. It has been a dreary winter for me and I think my spirit of adventure has been hibernating. Chad was the good parent and agreed to do it will the boys – Ollie decided he was in this year.
Here is Ollie afterwards. Chad sorta, kinda, accidentally let him go under when he jumped in next to him. Oliver was not expecting that, and added to the cold, it was just too much to bear. He needed my robe, some hot chocolate and a lot of cookies to recover.