Monday, December 14, 2009
The Abominable Snow Burrito
Today I went through the mild but prolonged torture of getting Asher into all of his snow gear. It took approximately a century just to get those little thumbs into the evasive thumb holes in his gloves, and by the time we were both ready to go outside Asher was already hot, tired and grouchy. At least it was all worth it once we got outside.....
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I just skip the thumb maneuver. The mittens usually restrict enough movement to make the thumbs useless anyway. I love the pictures.
That is an adorable Wisconsin face if I've ever seen one. :)
I think I saw Hugh make that expression all the time when he was Asher's age :) (And I wasn't doing anything, I promise!)
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