I’m not taking my babies out to see the snow today. There, I said it. Publicly. Before I had kids I would have thought “How hard can it be to toss a couple of snowsuits on some babies?” Well, it’s really freaking hard. And exhausting. All for an activity that’s going to last about 12 minutes. And someone’s going to cry.
Let’s face it, the only reason to take babies in the snow (unless you’re commuting somewhere) is for the pictures. And I know friends are hoping for pictures of my daughters in the snow in New York City today, but I’m not going to do it. Sorry Facebook, Instagram and Tumblr. Fortunately, I’m pretty sure my daughters don’t care one iota. There will be another snow day, even if it’s not this year. Will they really care if their “baby snow photo” is from when they were 10 months old versus 22 months old? Probably not.
The only other snow benefit I can think of is that it can be used as a sensory experience. Maybe it would build a few more neural pathways today in their little brains. Although, handing them an ice cube would probably do the same thing. As would scooping a cup of snow from the window sill–which is exactly what my snow day compromise is going to be.
Also from Rebecca this month: Heart Attack: 13 Ways My Baby Scares Me