I adore winter. The cold, crispness of it all, the holiday season that comes with it and of course the winter wonderland that snow makes. For all those who think me crazy, I’m apparently in good company because it’s Sting and Nigella Lawson’s favorite seasons too, the former having released an album in October dedicated to the season, “If On a Winter’s Night…”
There is one thing, however, I have come to dislike about this season. And that is getting my son winterized to brave the frozen tundra. It’s a comedy of errors to say the very least whether I’m performing this routine alone or with hubby. Like the December night we partook of some outdoor holiday festivities and spent 10 minutes trying to put Balin’s winter coat on once we unstrapped him from the carseat. For all the non parental units out there, you cannot put a child in a carseat with a heavy coat because the straps aren’t long enough to accommodate bulky clothing and I’m also pretty sure there’s a law on the books stating coats can’t be used in carseats.
So there we were in 20-degree weather. My husband juggling a 10-month-old while I tried to get the coat on. My first attempt had the thing on upside down, I kid you not. In my defense though, it was dark and I was shivering trying to pull off this performance. It wasn’t until I tried to zip it that I realized it was upside down—- Balin’s arms in place but the body of the coat facing upward. So we had to start all over again.
Suddenly I realized there was a man in the car parked behind us and he was laughing! We could just imagine what this guy was thinking. Hubby and I had a good laugh about it because as I’m coming to find out, the only way to make it out of stressful situations with a newborn is to laugh—- as much and as often as possible.
