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Love is All You Need: On Snowsuits (My Demise), Sibling Love (Rivalry) & Shopping Carts
I’m convinced of it. Toddlers and snowsuits and hardcore winter don’t mix. At least not for longer than 10 or 15 minutes of fun after epic, time sucking wrestling matches. Sure, maybe older kids love playing in the snow. I remember thinking it was okay. Tobogganing? THE BEST. But my little ones, especially Abby – their appendages just aren’t long enough to move around with the added bulk, especially through huge piles of snow. Never-mind the waterproof mittens. Just ugh.
This is our second winter here in the Canadian north (coming from a city that saw far less snow during the winter) and last year we saw nothing compared to what has very recently swash-buckled us. Yes, swash-buckled. You may think I’m exaggerating, and perhaps those with more patience than me will think that I am indeed that. A whining complainer. So be it. This mama no likey the winter. Mornings are whole new series of catastrophic meltdowns and even more prep (hello shovelling and salting)…
Did I mention that the constant dumping of the snow has commenced while my partner is away on tour? So essentially I’m a part-time single mama with no tag-team effect? Blergh. It’s a good thing I love my babies and that they melt my heart with their adorableness even after the mightiest of snowsuit campaigns. Oh my word. Someone join me in my belly-aching over here. At least someone can get a good laugh out of all this!
Last Beach Park Swing...
Before the big freeze. This was taken just 2 weeks ago. It’s amazing how fast the landscape has changed and the temperature has dropped!
This is Why I Love Fall
Some scarves, mitts and hats I can handle. I don’t blame my little ones from detesting (especially Abby) snowsuits. It’s impossible to move around in those suckers!
No more walks or bike rides for us with chariot (yea, I’m not THAT hardcore my friends)…see you in the spring beloved wheelie!
The Sunroom = The Wrestling Wring
Also known as the squish, love-up and terrorize with cuddles room. Which really, when you think of it, shouldn’t be a problem (the cuddling part). Apparently though, it’s all very intense, resembling that of a headlock/choke-hold and devoid of any lasting peace betwixt the two. So I’ll just look at this darling picture and pretend. There. That’s better.
Oh, I remember when it was all so simple. Now getting out the door requires nothing less than a bucket load of patience and perseverance. Motherhood hath no fury like that of getting your baby into a snowsuit.
These Were The Days...
When leaving the house was easy. I think I’d take the bantering due to their close proximity in the cart over the snowsuit wrestling matches and time suckage.
Now We Need 2 Shopping Carts...
No more 2 to a cart. Which has its benefits (no more poking, prodding, squishing and pushing), but I kind of need someone else to be with me. That or I take off half of their bulk (NOT!) or I let Wyndham ride in the bottom part. But then where would my groceries go? First world problems, I know.
I Love You Too...
But get offa me! Dang. Love is intense.
At Least The Snowman Doesn't Complain...
Our first build of the season, whom Wyndham promptly called the ‘Daddy snowman’ (we used one of his hats and scarf).
It Only Took 45 Minutes...
to get them all bundled up and what do you want to bet they wanted back inside 10 minutes later? Ah…winter. You sly devil. You won’t get the best of this mama! Also? Putting on baby and toddler mittens are migraine inducing. They sure do look cute though, so there’s that.
Hot Chocolate For Him...
and a wee nip (okay maybe more) of irish cream for the mama. Phew!
(To the Spring and the Daddy…if you are reading this. I can’t WAIT till you are back. Boy oh boy).