A week ago yesterday I took Nick out for his first real snow experience. It wasn’t the warmest day, but by mid afternoon it was nice and sunny, so it felt warmer than it was. He had gone down for a late nap that day, so even though I had thought about taking him out it didn’t seem like we’d get there. Nick decided that he didn’t want to sleep more than 30 minutes though, so we ended up making it outside.
I went into his closet and got out his winter coat and boots. I had tried the coat on him about a month before, and it had been really big on him even though it was a 6-9 months. I was hoping it would fit better now that he was almost 9 months old. Well it turns out that he hadn’t grown much because when the coat was on I couldn’t even find his hands because they were lost in the sleeves. I didn’t have a choice though it was the winter coat or not go out, so the winter coat it was. Nick was not a fan of his coat. He looked so stiff in it, and he never is a happy guy when his hands are hidden from him.
As soon as I got him into his coat I put on his Mickey hockey hat and his boots. He didn’t seem able to move bundled up as he was, so I let him just lay on the floor while I quickly got myself dressed. He looked so unhappy, and I felt bad for him, but I couldn’t help but giggle because his face was so funny.
As soon as we were both dressed and ready I took him outside and put him in my baby sled. I took some required pictures, and then I pulled him around the yard. He really wasn’t heavy enough for the whole sled, so the front kept tipping up and he kept leaning over to the side, but we got it to work (next time I’ll put a weight in the front). He dragged his left arm in the snow the whole time I pulled him.
For about ten minutes we weaved back and forth in the front and back yard. Nick really didn’t seem to know what to make of it. At one minute he would look like he was trying to figure it out and then next minute he’d be trying to relax and fall asleep like he does in his stroller. By ten minutes though he decided that he had had enough, so I picked him up and carried him inside.
He fussed on the way in, but by the time I started taking his outer clothes off he was crying hysterically. I didn’t realize at the time though that he was starting to get another cold, but I’m sure that had something to do with it. I can’t say that Nick’s first snow adventure was a success, but it was an experience. Hopefully the next time we go out his coat will actually fit him.
What was your little one’s first snow experience like?