Cold as Ice: Plymouth, Mighigan Ice Festival

Last weekend we thought it would be a great, Michigan experience to attend the ice festival in Plymouth. It's the third biggest in the nation, so it had to be worth it, right? Um, not so much. It was FREEZING...about 9 degrees, major wind and snow falling. To be quite honest, it was painful, for all of us (well, Mike was tough).We were so cold, the kids had tears running down their cheeks the whole time. After 20 minutes, we'd been there, seen it and could check it off our list.

After our 20 minutes of "having an experience" we headed to the indoor mall to play in the petri dish we affectionately call "germ land" (thanks Keith). We saw puppies, and the boys played hard and I got a little shopping in while Mike sat super close to 200 other parents who had the same idea of going to the mall on a Saturday afternoon. After the kid in the corner of the play area puked in his dad's hands, we decided we'd had enough fun for the day...home, movie, quesadillas, and the day ended up toasty warm.

Note to self: Only indoor activities when the weather is under 20 degrees.  Regardless of the experience, it's NOT worth it.