It has finally snowed here in Flagstaff. This winter has been incredibly dry and we have really needed the precipitation. It wasn't a lot, about 6 inches (it is possible that my time living here has skewed my perception of "a lot"), but it was definitely a respectable snowfall.
In Flagstaff, it is your responsibility to clear the sidewalk in front of your house. Therefore, I went outside, shovel in hand, to do my duty. Only it was my turn to watch Aspen which seemed slightly problematic. After all, what does one do with a baby when snow shoveling?
How about shoving the baby in a snowsuit and propping her up against a tree? That's okay, right? At least marginally? Actually this arrangement worked pretty well for us. Especially since Aspen thought that watching me shovel was hilarious.
(For the record I would like to add, that while my darling baby definitely is chunky, she isn't quite as chunky as the giant puffy snowsuit makes her out to be)
Fortunately, Aspen seems to enjoy the outdoors. I wouldn't say she loved the snow persay, but she did like being outside. Her fun was somewhat hindered because she could barely move in the snowsuit (Ralphie anyone?) and her fingers were all mittened up which means she couldn't grab anything either. None-the-less, she was entertained enough to share some big grins with me.
She also tolerated (i.e. didn't cry, just stared at me with a confused look on her face) me laying her down in the snow and swinging her arms and legs to make her first snow angel. So cute!