Snowshoeing and Babywearing
I am having a great winter with a lot of snow and good conditions for the snow to stay for snowshoeing and skiing. I am not cross-country skiing as much as I like. My mother-in-law, Grandma Hanna, inspired me to snowshoe as much as I can, she has snowshoed every day this winter. I have a great little trail system tramped down around our 20 acres.
This morning I got my baby ready to go outside in 31 degrees. On the bottom she is wearing tights, corduroy pants, my smart wool socks (thanks Grandma Hanna), winter boots and baby legs to keep her boots on while I carry her. On the top she has a long sleeve cotton onesie, a wool sweater and a second sweater with a hood that stays on very well, a wool cowl, and mittens. And I can’t forget to mention my Light Rainbow Wrap, size 7!
I was wearing one layer of pants, wool socks, and boots, a tank top, a long sleeve neoprene shirt, a wool sweater and a 21 month old toddler. I was too hot!
I was on a mission: shovel out the mailbox, shovel the steps and sidewalk, exercise the dogs and myself and find the snowshoe Robbie lost last night on our night-time snowshoe outing.
I was surprised how quickly Chili can disappear in the snow.
Nola Mae was still awake and watching the dogs whip past us and almost trip us for the twentieth time.
Half way home and she was out!
Last night we went out snowshoeing when it was dark. It was hard to see my established trail because we also got six inches of snow. Sometimes when I stepped off my established trail I would sink all the way down to my knees. When we got back to the garage Robbie realized he only had one snow shoe to take off. He was tired and frustrated. When I asked him where and when he thought he lost it. He had no clue and said, “That is why I was always sinking in! That is why I hate snowshoeing!” We weren’t going to get more snow over night so I decided to wait until today to go look for it. I found Robbie’s snowshoe, right at the edge of our yard about twenty feet away from where he took off his only snowshoe.
I have to include this photo of Henry. I found it on the camera. He is the person that taught me the term “selfie” and I would say he is pretty good at taking them.
Henry is at school today. Nola Mae and I miss this sweet boy. She has been calling for him around the house all day.