The ticker crawled across the screen. Local schools canceled. Bleary-eyed, I switched the channel to see the forecast.
Not a lot of snow. But maybe just enough. My eyes shifted down, to the little orange jeep that made its way over my belly and down my leg. I giggled as J headed down to my feet with the tiny vehicle. A tiny grin slowly spread across his face. Clearly he wasn't tiring of the "mom track."
I wonder if he knew what I had planned for him today?
We started with the boots. The Parenting 101 manual did not specify time and effort it takes to put on a pair of boots.
No one told me that a squirming toddler is absolutely no help.
Seriously. Why do they even bother with thumbs in mittens?
Why in the heck am I looking for the matching hat?
10: 39 AM
He took off a boot. %$*&@
10: 44 AM
He's dressed. My turn. Clearly didn't think ahead. Can't afford another boot to be pulled off. Will go outside in PJs and heavy coat and rain boots. Good enough.
We have made contact with snow.
Face has made contact with snow.
After several attempts to coax reluctant toddler back into the house, I finally succeed. Of course he was crying, dragging his bootless feet, holding onto the railing as he came "willingly" into the house.
I'm thinking our venture was a success. Even if I ended up with toe-sicles, it was worth every second.
Icy blue eyes. Puffy-cheeked grin. And a body full of bliss. My very own snow angel.
Totally worth it.
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