Boots

The first snow of the season hit the tri-state last night. I was so excited to hear the plows moving through our neighborhood throughout the night. I just knew Brian would love the snow. He loves to play outside, and has hated being cooped up since it's been so cold.

This morning I woke up to a 17 month old kissing all over my face. After a snuggle session, I jumped out of bed and ran with Brian to the window to show him the snow. He was definitely interested!

After doing a whole lot of nothing all morning, Shawn ran out to get Brian his first pair of snow boots. When he returned, we had lunch and put Brian down for his nap. As soon as Brian woke up we were ready to start our snow adventure!

Brian had other ideas. As soon as Shawn got the boots out, Brian started bawling. We tried everything. We let him hold the boots, put his hands inside, play with the velcro, put his toy reindeer inside. We both put on our boots. Nothing stopped the fit.

So, we decided to put them on him anyway and take him outdoors. We figured he would forget about the awful contraptions we had forced him into. We bundled everyone up, grabbed the new sled (to pull him around on) and headed out back.


Brian cried. We put him on the sled. He cried. I picked him up and soothed him. He cried. We showed him the neighbor's dog bounding down the street for a visit with Ruben. He laughed a little through the tears.

Walking in the boots was just not happening. He acted like his legs had suddenly become robot legs and he could only move them in one solid motion. Every time I put him down he cried. Or at least puckered up like he was going to wail if I didn't pick him up again.

After 10 minutes of absolutely no fun, we headed back inside. Brian is definitely not a winter baby. And he really does not like boots. Period.


In case you can't tell, the lower lipped if definitely protruding in this picture. Although, if you don't notice that, it's actually a pretty sweet picture.