What was I thinking when I wasn’t thinking?
Me. The woman who asked my husband (fourteen years ago), to bundle our newborn while I packed the diaper bag.
Whew! A lot of winters have blustered since then. Each one of them filled with me telling Kyle to put on a coat… zip his sweatshirt. Take off those nylon shorts! It’s 30 degrees outside! I have thrown myself across our threshold, hands folded, begging him not to wear sleeveless shirts during the middle of winter. But it’s no use — the child is weather illiterate.
Granted, it is summertime now. I shouldn’t be thinking about wool sweaters. But the way I see it, I have four years left to get it right. Kyle begins high school in August.
I am completely unaware during this woah is me, mama-drama-moment, that in two minutes my phone will ring. Ken will call asking me to go into his file cabinet for a folder that he forgot to bring to work. While digging through his gray metal cube, I stumble across a most unexpected jewel. Not the kind you wear around your neck, but one so magnificent, that in that instant I know exactly how it feels to be Indiana Jones…
Stuck to a paper clip, underneath the orange folder thingys, is a 4×6 photo of newborn Kyle stuffed into that fluffy blue abominable snowsuit… (Above) If you use a magnifying glass you can see his precious little lips saying, Help! Something ate my arms!
Talk about discovering what I was looking for… now that it is July. 2008.
Today’s Life Recipe: Little boys are not born weather illiterate. They are created —— by dads who mean well.
LOL…yeah, we have a couple of those weather illiterate types around here, too.
My husband is 26 and still wears shorts in the winter. I think it is ridiculous, but our 4 year old would also wear shorts if I let her. Their blood is too thick or something.
Have a good evening also and I am setting my blog to private tomorrow. If you would like to keep reading I am going to need your e-mail address to add you as a reader. See you soon.
That looks familiar when my babies had on their snowsuit…so funny..
It’s amazing how time gets away from us. What a cute picture.
My son is going onto high school to and I freaking out.
Off the subject - the salad was great last night and I will take a look at some of your recipes.
Oh my, now that was fun…and you’re right, isn’t it always the men’s fault? LOL…great post
Sandi
I DO NOT miss the baby snowsuit. Ugh. I thought when I had my first that it was a necessity. Little did I know. By the time I had #3 we were using little coats and sweaters and throwing a blanket on her in the car seat. Good to go and no sprained wrist!
That is so cute! Have a wobderful day!
Too funny! I love how he’s just laying there…it reminds me of A Christmas Story, hehe
Thanks for stoppin’ by my blog, too! I’ll definitely be back by yours.
that picture is HYSTERICAL!!
Yep been there…. those poor little creatures. The things we put them through to make sure they stay safe and cold free
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