...when, on a bright and exceptionally cold (well below freezing) day, I took E for a stroller ride through the Northside with the idea of inducing a nap. We spotted this mid-60s Beetle there.
And this Beetle.
And this r.u.s.t.y. Karmann Ghia. Wow. Sometimes I'll stumble across something like this and feel a little better about our cars.
And this late bay window.
I took her to the top of the pedestrian bridge over the train tracks because I know she kind of likes trains. One went right under us and the noise and blast of heat simultaneously scared and thrilled her. So I didn't notice at first that her crying was becoming less gleeful and more stressful. I took her hand and it was ice cold. Then I realized that I'd only put one blanket on her. I thought to myself about how cold I was, and realized that she must feel much, much colder. I got her home as fast as I could but she was pretty cold--and really, really mad--by the time she got back in the house. She seems not to have become gunshy about the cold since, but it was enough to scare me.
I think we won't be taking any Winter camping trips with Tater Tot this season. Maybe next Winter when she's bigger.
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Does she need a warm cozy pair of mittens hand knit by her auntie to keep her warm?
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