We got a decent amount of snow starting on Friday and decided
to torture our child Sadie needed to experience it firsthand. It was her first “real” snow, after all! We bundled her up (note – we do not own proper snow gear for her. Whoops.) and headed out to the pristine backyard. Here is the chain of events:
Place baby in the snow.
Confirm with baby that she is ok, and that snow is fun!
Let baby sit and try to figure it out.
(Unseen) Baby wriggles finger out of bear cub sleeve so you figure hey, let’s free her whole hand and see what happens!
Baby is VERY unhappy when her bare hand touches the snow.
Pick up baby, she stares down accusingly at the snow.
Plop her down again while she looks at you as if to ask, “Why do you insist on torturing me?”
Baby has had enough, and will now sit in one spot until she is removed from the evil snow.
Conclusion – Sadie is TOTALLY my child. I do not like being cold, do not like the wet snow, don’t want to be in it, etc. Dave had to make me leave the house to go outside with him and take pictures. Like mother, like daughter.