Well, bundling up is a chore in and of itself. The first issue came with who should I start getting ready first? Myself or Addison. I decided to get myself ready first as I can tolerate mulitple layers and being slightly overheated longer than a 17 month old can. So, I get ready. No, I do not have appropriate snow clothes. Yes, I looked ridiculous. Yes, I thought about busting out the bread bags to cover shoes as my mom did with us when we were little. No, I did not rubber-band bread bags around mine or my daughter's feet, and made the decision at that moment that that should NEVER be necessary. Yes, I might have been wearing a Carhart jacket.
Now, on to my daughter. Two pairs of socks, inside fur lined boots. Tights, sweat pants, and wind pants layered. Onesie, shirt, sweatshirt, jacket. Hat on head, hood over hat. Hands shoved into mittens (that she HATES).
By this point I was lucky that she had not dissolved in a heap of fits and tears. After all, I just asked if she wanted to go outside. She had no idea her, "yeah, yeah" response would elicite such a horrific result. BUT, we're dressed. Phew! Deep breath. Yeah! Time to go outside.
Pick up little girl. Say, "Let's go outside and play in the snow." Half smile response from said little girl, who at this point is I'm sure very, very confused. Open the door, wind hits little girl in face, little girl wrinkles her brow and whines, mom thinks, 'oh it will be ok once she gets in the snow' (why would I think that would make things better?!). Put little girl down on sidewalk, show her how to walk in the snow, little girl takes one step, and doubles over at the waist making her mittened hands touch the snow - crying, crying crying. Mom picks up little girl, laughs at her own crazy idea that playing in the snow might be fun for a 17 month old and goes in to now strip down all the layers that we spent the last thirty minutes putting on. Haha. Oh well. Maybe next year...?
But, she sure is cute all bundled up, right?! :)
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