Hell, no!

Today was the first day in a while that wasn't freezing cold. P.S. I have a low 'cold tolerance'. Soooo, I had the brilliant idea to get you dressed and go out and play. I had just thrown a banana bread in the oven, so we had roughly 60 minutes (plus time for browning and crisping) to get ready and play outside. Simple, right? Wrong!

First I changed your diaper, and then proceeded to get you dressed in some warm sweats. After that was done, I got myself dressed. When I went to dress you in your snow suit, I realized it was downstairs. I started to go get it alone but you had a power fit. According to you, it's apparently a crazy idea to leave you alone for four seconds while I run downstairs to grab something. Excuuuuuse me! So I picked you up, ran downstairs, grab your snow suit, ran back up stairs. Now I just had to put your snow suit on...if only it were that easy! First I laid you on the floor and pulled the pants on you. But, since your torso is longer then your legs, your bum decided to eat your pants. Let me tell you - it wasn't pretty. So I had to adjust the ever adorable suspenders. Side note; is there anything out there cuter then suspenders? .

Once that was done, we went on to put your jacket on. Could I get your hands out of the sleeves of the jacket? Of course not! You have this ability to warp your hands in just the right (or wrong?) way so that it is nearly impossible for God himself to pull your hands through. I finally got both hands out of the sleeves but not without a few tears and possibly a few sprained fingers..."It'll be worth it Buddy" I told you. "Your fingers may hurt now, but soon they will be so cold, you wont even feel any pain".

Good talk!

Now, it was time for the hat. I put it on. You took it off. I put it back on. You took it back off. I gave you a toy and put it back on. You threw threw the toy and took it back off. I decided to save the hat for the end.

Next came the mittens. I don't even know why I bother with mittens because I know you are going to take them right off after I put them on. But what bugs me even more is that you show all this interest and enthusiasm for putting them on at first. You hold out your little hand ever so still, then you wiggle your fingers to encourage them into the glove. And as soon as I finally get your thumb and fingers in the correct places - WHAM- you biff the mitten onto the floor. We did this 'fun' little game a few times before I tucked the mittens so high up your sleeve, I worried that I wouldn't be able to take them off. ..we'll cross that bridge when we come to it...

Now it's the boots. Getting someone with Arachnophobia to hold a spider would be easier then putting boots on your feet. I guarantee it! I pushed, I pulled, I pressed, I cried, I pushed some more. After about 5 minutes, I was fairly confident that at least your toes were touching the sole of the boot. Prefect. I Velcro'd all six straps as tight as I could and asked you to stand up. You were wobbly at first but you made do.

Finally, we were ready to go outside. "37 minutes of getting ready, but it'll be worth it", I told myself. The joy Connor will feel from playing outside will be worth it. I stuck your hat on your head just as we walked out the door, knowing that the glare of the snow would distract you from pulling your hat off. First thing you did...fall...then you got up, tore your mittens off of your hands and off you went. You had a great time. I think it was the best FIVE MINUTES you had in a while. After five minutes - you walked to the door and cried to go inside.

"Was it worth it?", you ask.

HELL, NO!

Atleast I got some cute pictures...