And into November

In case you hadn't heard, or didn't live it yourself, it snowed here this week (and last week, too). I could comment on how lame it is to scrape the car, how schools around us had a late start Wednesday but we didn't, or bemoan our lack of a true fall season (and the fact that we never finished raking the yard). But I'm choosing to tell all of you non-parents out there about how sucky it is to put your baby in a giant winter jacket. Worst. Thing. Ever. Okay, not really, but it is annoying. She hates the hat, the jacket triples her width, and you just kind of grab on to any puff of fabric and carry her to the car, hoping she doesn't slip out on the way. And then her little legs stick out the bottom all twig-like and cold. I really wanted a fleece snowsuit for her, but I can't find anything in 18 or 24 month size. They are all for little babies. So for now she remains the Pink Puff and we try to wriggle the carseat straps around her gigantic form.

Oh, and she can't suck her thumb if she's wearing mittens, either.

She's thinking "I sure do have two bone-headed parents. Look at this get-up."