Last week we woke up to beautiful snow falling outside our windows. The first of the season. I'm ecstatic. I adore snow. I live for snow in the winter. Makenna wakes up, I grab her out of her crib, prop her up in front of the window and share with her gleefully, "Look! It's snowing! It's snowing! Let's eat breakfast, get ready, and then go outside and play in it. You'll love it!"
2 hours later she's eaten her 2 eggs with ketchup, gotten dressed, and to my utter enjoyment... it's still snowing.
We put on her big winter jacket we got for Thanksgiving in NY, with two warm layers underneath. I pull two pairs of pants on her, just to be safe. We've got no snow pants or boots for anyone under 20, but don't worry, we'll make do with what we have. I look around the house. All of a sudden, I've morphed into Macgyver Mom, except instead of duct tape, our tool of choice is plastic grocery bags. We put on her stylish suede boots (under which are two toasty pairs of socks). Over them I double up on my Walmart bags, wrap them snuggly around her little feet, and then secure them tightly by wrapping thick masking tape around them 3 times. I confidently assure her, "Not a flake of snow will be getting through those bags, my darlin'." We put on her new snow gloves.
We're all bundled up, we open the door to the snow-covered streets, I pull on my daughter's hand behind me to step onto the porch, and low and behold, CHAOS. Her feet have no sooner touched the ground than I hear the beginnings of a "wailing and gnashing of teeth" episode. I quickly scurry her down the stairs, thinking she will calm down once she can encompass the grand scene in front of her on the sidewalks and streets. But oh, no! This only compounds the winter-wonderland-gone-wrong fit of tears. To make a long story short (actually it wasn't all that long, only about 6 minutes in length), I realize the only way to salvage my idea of a fun snow morning is to take a couple of snapshots to document our incredibly enjoyable excursion.
Needless to say, there was some good that came out of this traumatic event for Makenna. What do you get when you have 6 inches of fresh snow in a townhouse community, makeshift grocery bag boots accessorized with masking tape, a hysterical 18-month old, and a stay-at-home mom living next door to witness the whole thing?
Free snow boots!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
First Snow = Big Blow
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4 comments:
Haha you are so funny Kara. I LOVE the stylish boots. I used to do that when I had a broken arm in a cast. We'd go bridge jumping and I'd wrap trash bags around with duct tape and hope that no water would get in. Well tons did. The doc wasn't too happy and I had to endure stench for a long time! That is too funny your neighbor gave you boots! HAHA I miss you around here! Hope things are good up there.
Tell sweet little Makenna to come to Auntie Christy's house. We won't torture her with snow boots, duct tape or plastic baggies.
In the words of Rachel Zoe: "I die!"
LOL -- I love this. I love your craftiness and ingenuity. Not every mom can waterproof a pair of boots using only trash bags and duct tape. :)
Maybe the snow will grow on her. Or maybe she'll grow up and make her own prom dress out of colored duct tape. You never know what this memorable episode will inspire in the future.
I loved this post! You are such a crack up and I love it. I would be so bummed if my child after all that didn't want to play in the snow, thanks for the for warning of what might be in our future as well. Man, this post made me really miss you and your fun sense of humor. Do you want to come down one day and hang out? I'll do all the arranging and whoever you want to hang out with all you would have to do is drive down for a day:) I think it is a good idea!!! I can't believe you guys got that much snow, that is so awesome. I still want to get up to see your house some time as well. maybe after Christian takes the GMAT at beg of March.
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