Mittens, or a Lack Thereof
I have a confession to make: Although Jude and I have spent a lot of time outside this winter–walking to and from the L, to friends houses, to the library, etc.–we haven’t done any actual playing outside until this afternoon. Honestly, I hate the cold weather. I often have to wear long sleeves, pants, two pairs of socks, and slippers in my 70-degree house, so being outside in sub-zero temperatures is pure misery for me.
This afternoon, after a walk to the library and a short stint at our friends’ house, Jude and I spent some time playing outside with Aimee and Miles. The air was brisk, though today’s high temperature was supposed to be around 41 degrees. The parking lot where we were playing still had some snow piles adorning its perimeter and some small puddles scattered about, but overall, it was a great place to play. Seeing as how Mr. Weatherman was calling for 41 degrees, I didn’t put Jude’s mittens on him before exiting Aimee’s house. Stupid idea.
While Miles played on the riding toys that Aimee brought out, my son moved a pile of snow, bare-fistful by bare-fistful, from one part of the parking lot to the other. The poor kid’s hands were red and cold, but he refused, quite loudly, to allow me to put his mittens on him. He also fell in a puddle, rendering him dirty and wet, and, I imagine, cold. About 15 minutes after the puddle incident, I decided that it would be best to pack it up and head back to the warmth of our home.
In other news, Jude received this table and chair set
Also, I’m working on a review of Jude’s recently acquired Learning Tower.
Wow!! He has really grown!! You definitely have a (spirited) toddler on your hands.
If it makes you feel better, Ebby rarely wears mittens when we’re outside together in the winter. She loves being able to feel the cold and texture of the snow/ice she picks up.
Dasha likes to chew her mittens, so they often end up soaking wet and making her hands colder than they would be otherwise. We did, however, manage to convince her to wear her sunglasses for the first time this weekend, so hopefully, even if she grows up with frostbitten hands, she won’t be blind, too.