Winter Baby
It's winter, and the snow is falling. We're here in Western New York, where the snow falls all the time. And so today, we took Baby J. out and had her take a seat in the snow. We dressed her up pretty well before hand, threw on her thermal underwear, warm pants, her plush winter coat, her winnie-the-pooh hat and her mittens. She was snug, warm as could be in the cold day.
But she still didn't like. She didn't play with the snow. She looked up at us for a minute or two, whimpered and then cried. Next year, I tell myself, next year I'll be fighting with her to keep her out of the snow. But this first year, well, she's not a snow baby.
Baby Sitting in the Snow
First Time in the Snow
First Time in the Snow
After bundling the baby up in her warmest coat, crowning her with her winnie-the-pooh hat and mittens, and strapping on her thick, pink boots, Baby J. lasted all over 30 seconds outside in the snow before she wanted to get immediately back inside where it warm. Still, during those 30 seconds, we did manage to get one good shot of her in the snow.
She's walking everywhere now. So I'm planning on getting her a tiny shovel. Next time it snows, she can be out there helping me shovel. That's why we have kids, right? So we don't have to shovel the snow alone?
D.
