On Saturday, Jordan and I put Jameson down for a nap, and figuring that we’d bought ourselves about an hour and a half of kid-free time, went about the business of relaxing. Jordan watched tv from the couch and I cooked lunch, all while beautiful snow was falling outside of our windows. Ahhhh.
I sat on the couch with my plate a food, and as I prepared to savor my uninterrupted meal and brought a forkful of food to my mouth, it was as though Jameson summoned the supernatural powers that only infants and toddlers can — the ones that tell them to wake up and cry out at the most inopportune time.
This farce of a nap was ending an hour earlier than it should have. Jordan and I spoke in hushed tones and tried to hang onto hope that he might lull himself back to sleep.
He was up, and my food would be a cool room temperature by the time I got to it.
So in the spirit of turning lemons into lemonade and all that jazz, I figured if Jameson was going to be up, we might as well go outside and play in the snow.
Now a few things right quick: 1) this was special, because while this is Jameson’s second winter that he’s lived through, he wasn’t yet walking last winter. So this was his first time walking and exploring the snow with some real autonomy. 2) when I use the phrase “play in the snow,” let’s clarify that I basically mean “walk around in the snow for a very short period of time.” Snow is pretty, but it’s cold, and Jameson was sadly born to parents who are ill-prepared in the snow gear department and in their general tolerance of cold.
Ok, having gotten that out the way, we made our way outside. Apparently, I tried to put my child in the busiest patterns I could find. This is what happens when you rely on hand-me-downs (which I stand by). I told myself that blue was the unifying element here. Blue, with a side of maroon and gray. [insert wide-eyed emoji here].Jameson was very amused to walk around in the snow, and made sure to point out the snowflakes that were falling from the sky. And he made sure to focus on each step (it just might have taken about 10 minutes to walk one block).He is literally saying “cheeeeeese” in this pic below. So happy!Until he encountered a little wind… he wasn’t feelin’ the wind.I tried to cheer him up by showing him how to catch snowflakes on his tongue, lol. Peekaboo!There was also a slight issue with snow on his gloves. Apparently that wasn’t so cool either. I mean, he wanted to touch the snow, but it wasn’t supposed to stick to his hands after the fact. This is the, “Do something, Mommy!” face.There’s nothing like being out in the snow as it’s falling, particularly in NYC where you have to catch the pretty white dusting before it turns to dirty gray slush. Walking around our neighborhood on Saturday felt like we were walking around inside a giant snow globe. These next few photos of Jordan and Jameson are some of my new favorites…“We’re playing in the snoooooow!!”And this photo of the snow on Jameson’s eyelashes pretty much just has me dead. Dead, I say!Just as the noses and cheeks started to get red, and the fingertips started to feel the painful bite of the cold, we headed inside for hot chocolate.
Contrary to what you might imagine, Jameson was no more tired as a result of being out in the snow. Nope. He must have summoned that other supernatural power where he turns ALL the way up instead of taking a nap. But looking at these cute photos of him gave us the endurance we needed to make it to bedtime. :-)