OK, I’m right up there with Anna’s feelings on snow. Yep. It’s cold. And wet. And the boots I bought Carrie last week don’t fit right. (Side note: she has the skinniest little legs of any child I know, and I can’t zip the things up over tights, let alone socks or leggings – who on earth are these made for?!?) So I was very unprepared and unhappy to wake up to sleet hitting the window.
Slushy, wet, heavy snow everywhere, and a five year old in mary-jane style sneakers. Great combo, that.
At least Anna has hand-me-down boots and a winter coat that fit, so she’s stylin’ in the snow she’s not so sure she likes that much! (It would probably help if I could convince her to leave the mittens on her hands before touching that cold white wet stuff.)