That I don't know how to bundle a baby.
Today, we had the much discussed snow that was predicted on Saturday night - when it was going to be about 75 degrees the next day. Gorgeous day Sunday; people in shorts, t-shirts, and flip flops. We all thought it was quite appropriate that the Memphis weathermen would be predicting snow on Tuesday. Everybody's sick anyway, why not?
Of course we (that includes SuSu) wanted Charlotte to go out and experience the very rare snowstorm; but Jessica called and was alarmed, adamant, anxious, and very much against the idea. TOO COLD, she said.
Come oooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnn. This isn't my first day on the job.
Mary and I had her dressed in her own clothes and shoes, then added: plastic bags and socks over her feet, a sweatshirt over her body, purple gloves on her tiny hands, a scarf-hat with a hat over that, and another scarf/muffler. More importantly - I guess Jessica will have to experience this first hand - the greater amount of time and trouble you go to to prepare a child for an activity directly correlates to the infinitesimal amount of time they will spend engaged in that activity. We were outside for approximately one and one-half minutes. . . .
In fairness, Charlotte would have 'engaged' for a lot longer, but any time her feet are on the ground in a wide open space there is going to be frantic chasing going on; Mary and I hadn't bundled ourselves up enough for that game.
Look closely and you MIGHT see the SNOW; don't just concentrate on the VERY WARM baby:
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