Good Day Sunshine

I was starting to feel guilty for keeping the poor kid cooped up all winter. I mean, I do plan on raising him for the rest of his life in Minnesota. He should be aware what snow looks like. Just because I hate being cold and/or wet doesn't mean that he'll have the same aversion. Besides, he's a boy. Boys like... stuff I don't.

So, I bundled him up in his snowsuit - it's way too big. I couldn't find his monkey hat, so he got Matt's U of M stocking hat rolled over the crown of his head. I picked him up and whisked him outside.

Look, baby! Look at Outside! It's so bright and lovely, isn't it?
No... really... you're going to love this someday...


Really, it's a beautiful day, honey.

So, I tucked him into my hip and we walked allll the way to the end of the block. I surveyed Summit. Lovely! Wish I'd brought my sunglasses. He still looked unimpressed - just puffy and heavy. So, I thought - wait! He'll get a load of one of these snowbanks, it'll be adorable! So, I set him down and immediately whipped out the camera for our next picture:



Here is where he should have been. He slid down the snowbank and landed at my feet crying just as I heard the camera go, "Click." Momentarily I contemplated shoving him back into the snow for a hilarious screaming baby picture, but then remembered we were in public. Probably should keep the embarrassment abuse to home.

Thoroughly annoyed with the entire endeavor, we find yet another trait he shares with me. Hopefully, he learns to love doing the dishes, though. I'm kind of counting on that one.