Here’s Bella on one of her first adventures in the snow wearing her new snow boots.
I’m not sure about this stuff, mama.
On the patio.
The snow on top of a neighbor’s wall is fascinating.
Bella at the playground.
On Saturday morning we had the first nice day in a while, that is the temperature was above freezing. Isabella insisted on walking all the way to the neighborhood park. I complied.
Of course the playground equipment was all covered in slushy snow so she couldn’t actually play on it.
And then she wasn’t quite so enthusiastic about walking home. And yet at six months pregnant, with sciatica and icy sidewalks and fear of falling down, mama wasn’t about to carry her all the way back either. I did carry her a couple of times when she got so upset that she wouldn’t go on. The rest of the time she held my hand and sobbed as we walked. When we got home I took off her wet pants and put her to bed. I notice she hasn’t been quite as eager to go out for walks since.
Yes, mama still has much to learn about managing toddlers in New England winters. I grew up in Texas, snow is still a foreign concept to me.