We bought a snow suit for The Who last December, in Boston, when we got smacked with a huge snowstorm on our vacation. He wore it once — and not even on that trip. Just the once. I mean, he was a baby, y’know? Despite the every-other-day snow we got here, it just wasn’t worth it to bundle him into the thing just to sit him on top of a snowbank and snap a picture. So, yeah. Just the once.
Which is why I was psyched to find out that the snowsuit still fits him this winter. Still, as anyone who has ever been packed into one (and/or packed a kid into one) knows, snowsuits are a giant pain in the ass. So, despite the every-other-day snow we’re getting here this winter, too, he’s still only been in the suit once.
This morning, we woke up to snow. Falling snow, which is more enticing to me than just a bunch of snow that fell overnight and so instead of sitting out this storm like we’ve sat out the rest, staying inside with too much Barney’s Christmas Star and puzzle-“building”, I stuffed that child into that snowsuit and dragged on some warm clothes and boots of my own and out we went. And it was probably the most fun we’ve had spontaneously in a long time.
It was a bonus that our pals called us while we were walking into town so we got to hang out with them (and get a ride back home! Do you have any idea how long it takes a 2-year-old to walk half a mile in a snowsuit and giant Elmo snow boots?)
Totally successful snow day. So successful that I wouldn’t even be devastated if day care was cancelled tomorrow. (I mean, I’m not hoping for it, but I’m just saying I wouldn’t be devastated.)