The temperature at our house this morning: -12.
Due to the extreme temps, we finally had occasion to try out Abby’s baby fluff suit.
By the time we got to Tresia’s, she was screaming her poor little head off.
I don’t blame her; I’d hate wearing that crazy thing, too. I felt clausterphobic just looking at her.
Once I stuffed her into it, she totally reminded me of the little brother on “The Christmas Story.” You know, when the mom shoves him into his snow suit and his arms stick straight out to each side, and then he falls over and can’t even move enough to get up out of the snowdrift he fell into…
Yes. That was totally my child this morning.
But she was absolutely cracking me up in the car. She kept batting at her toy bar with her little arm and it totally reminded me of a seal.
Poor Abby. But at least she was warm. -12 isn’t anything to mess around with, kid.