Last winter M was always in her car seat when we left the house. We kept her in an infant carrier with a warm fleece and down cover. If it was really cold we’d put her in a furry bear suit before strapping her in (because it was an all-in-one layer that wasn’t too puffy for the car seat straps). This year? This year is insane.
This is her one-piece Columbia suit (consignment!) and it’s only going to fit for another month or so. It’s actually not hard to put on — built in hand covers make it easy! But her jacket and ski pants (which are actually a teeny bit too big), those are another story. There are those two layers plus her boots and her mitts and her hat. We still need a baby balaclava for her. Her pants always ride up and expose her legs. It takes twenty minutes to get all her stuff on to go outside, and that’s just for the walk to daycare!
I miss the days of slipping a dress on her and putting her down in the sun, that’s for sure. And I don’t think next winter will be much better — in fact it could be worse. Anyone familiar with Robert Munsch and I Have to Go!?
Of course, part of surviving winter here is getting outside, bundled up and warm, so we go through the routine of seventeen million layers (half of which she takes off as we put another layer on). Here’s to winter, which hasn’t even officially started, yet…