On Sunday, the temperature plummeted and barely rose out of the teens, so the measly amount of snow we got on Saturday did not melt and the pond even froze. It was so cold out that I was forced to convince the kids that their noses would fall off if we went outside, so they wouldn't want to go out. They were content playing inside all day in the new big house. Among other things, they went on bug hunting expeditions with Simon's new bug collecting equipment from Christmas.
Poor Zac traversed the icy roads to go to the old house to continue fixing it up.