The weather is teasing us, inviting us... here are some pics from our first venture out to the playground on a 60temp day (some days later it snowed -- see below).
While watching Zoe waddle about, it was amazing to think about the last time we were in the same playground, when she was immobile and on a blanket just 5 or six months ago. I began to look forward to long, glorious spring/summer/fall months of following her around the playgrounds and parks, watching her discover so many new things. But all those thoughts were a bit premature.
This was Zoe a few days later, bundled up due to a pretty big snowstorm. Getting around on these sidewalks turns me into a workhorse as I pull her behind me in the stroller and plow through the dirty snow, impossible street corner crossings and icy puddles. Fun.
This sad pic of myDes is also due to the snowstorm -- looks like he had a tussle with an angry snowbank. Actually, after coming into our building from marching around the day after the storm, he quickly slipped on the wet marble floor and his face landed on the first front step. PAIN! Poor boy. By the time we reached the elevator it was swollen to the size of a grape. So scary. We got upstairs and after 30minutes of agonizing cries (as I pressed a bag of frozen peas on his eye), he calmed down and actually hasn't mentioned it since. Childhood resilience... thank heavens!
The weather is teasing us, inviting us... here are some pics from our first venture out to the playground on a 60temp day (some days later it snowed -- see below).
While watching Zoe waddle about, it was amazing to think about the last time we were in the same playground, when she was immobile and on a blanket just 5 or six months ago. I began to look forward to long, glorious spring/summer/fall months of following her around the playgrounds and parks, watching her discover so many new things. But all those thoughts were a bit premature.
This was Zoe a few days later, bundled up due to a pretty big snowstorm. Getting around on these sidewalks turns me into a workhorse as I pull her behind me in the stroller and plow through the dirty snow, impossible street corner crossings and icy puddles. Fun.
This sad pic of myDes is also due to the snowstorm -- looks like he had a tussle with an angry snowbank. Actually, after coming into our building from marching around the day after the storm, he quickly slipped on the wet marble floor and his face landed on the first front step. PAIN! Poor boy. By the time we reached the elevator it was swollen to the size of a grape. So scary. We got upstairs and after 30minutes of agonizing cries (as I pressed a bag of frozen peas on his eye), he calmed down and actually hasn't mentioned it since. Childhood resilience... thank heavens!
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