Goodnight kittens, goodnight mittens
Today I had to take the kids out in the stroller in the freezing cold to the post office. Granted, the freezing cold is relative at this time of year. It was 34 degrees. Which in January would be downright balmy in Chicago, but in November, is bone-chilling. But soldier on I did because Josh really needed something overnighted and he had my car in Bloomington.
So I got the kids all packed into the stroller with their respective foot muffs encasing their legs and torsos. Jack dutifully tucked his arms into the muff and looked extremely warm. Also quite cool with his hat and sunglasses. He's a pimp, you know.
But Emmie, well she was another story. I got her equally bundled up in her coat and hat and tried to tuck her little hands under the cover. And she pulled them out. And then I tucked them in. And then screamed and pulled them out. And then I laughed and tucked them in. And then she started to cry and pulled them out.
Because I didn't buy her any mittens, knowing Jack never would keep them on at her age and it would be a waste of money, I was at a loss. But! I am resourceful. I have a college degree. I am 34 years older than her. So I ran upstairs and grabbed a pair of her socks, shoved them on her hands and away we went.
She kept her hands out the whole time with a smile on her face and I averted frostbite with a smile on mine.
So I got the kids all packed into the stroller with their respective foot muffs encasing their legs and torsos. Jack dutifully tucked his arms into the muff and looked extremely warm. Also quite cool with his hat and sunglasses. He's a pimp, you know.
But Emmie, well she was another story. I got her equally bundled up in her coat and hat and tried to tuck her little hands under the cover. And she pulled them out. And then I tucked them in. And then screamed and pulled them out. And then I laughed and tucked them in. And then she started to cry and pulled them out.
Because I didn't buy her any mittens, knowing Jack never would keep them on at her age and it would be a waste of money, I was at a loss. But! I am resourceful. I have a college degree. I am 34 years older than her. So I ran upstairs and grabbed a pair of her socks, shoved them on her hands and away we went.
She kept her hands out the whole time with a smile on her face and I averted frostbite with a smile on mine.
posted by Amy at
6:55 PM
3 Comments:
Very resourceful. Us down-staters can't contemplate actually walking somewhere, let alone one car. In Peoria, nothing is in walking distance, everybody drives. (damn, first time the captcha caught me in while, I had been on a roll)
way to improvise. Yes, it is cold here in PA too. As a matter of fact last nite when I was driving home, the display where the temp is read "ICE". I don't know what it means, but usually I look there and it displays numbers.
I have not bought my 7 month old any mittens for the same reason! Also several of his little fleece jumpsuits have foldover hands. But the sock trick-- good call! He was mittenless yesterday, and I totally got tisked at by old ladies.
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