One of my favorite children’s books when I was little is called Tell Me A Mitzi. The main characters, Mitzi and her baby brother Jacob live in New York City. The first story is about how Mitzi, (maybe 3 yrs old) and her little brother wake up before their parents and decide to take a taxi to their grandparents’ house. Mitzi goes through the many steps of changing a diaper, preparing a bottle, and getting her baby brother ready to go outside in the cold. This was complete with the snowsuit bundling and stroller pushing, all the way down to the taxi hailing and loading up…only to end up reversing the whole process when the taxi driver finds out they have no idea where their grandparents live.
I spent a good chunk of my adult life living in New York City, but not as a parent. The other day, I lived that Mitzi story, except as a mom with two kids.
I experienced one child in the cold last year, but the second child seemed to add more than one dimension.
Let me also add the cold hard fact that it took me about four hours just to get out of the apartment. When I finally had it together, I set out to visit a friend on the Upper West Side from my parents’ Chelsea residence. While I have taken Shnook on the subway multiple times, I couldn’t bring myself to go alone with a baby and a toddler, especially in this snowy tundra. So, we were gonna cab it.
I dressed both kids in extremely warm clothing and put Fuzz in the stroller. Holding on to Shnook’s hand, I took my overheating children down the hallway, in the elevator, and outside, where I hailed a taxi. I put Shnook on the seat, then buckled Fuzzball’s carseat into the other side. I folded up the stroller and put it in the trunk, all the while panicking that the taxi driver might just take off with both my children. Luckily, he did not. Regardless, it took an inordinate amount of time to load up, and then unload when we arrived. It was a rather stressful experience, overall. A few hours later, I had to do the same thing to get back home again. I think Mitzi did a way better job than I did.
My (fleece) hat goes off to all you cold weather inhabitants. Having kids in a warm climate rocks (in this respect). I guess I have rescind my New Yorker card now.
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