We're very lucky.
Jack is the sort of child
we all assume we'll have
when we decide to have children,
and the sort of child
less experienced parents
congratulate themselves for.January and February 2004
March and April 2004
May and June 2004
July and August 2004
September and October 2004
November and December 2004
Blogs we read:
Friday, Jan. 07, 2005 - Mamma
Jack's Current favorite:
Chickens Aren't the Only Ones
by Ruth Heller
Snow!
Jack has decided that snow is pretty exciting stuff. He wasn't so sure at first -- his first reaction was "Yuck. Mess."
But once he'd been out walking in it, and had put his hands in it and watched the snow turn to water on his hands, he decided that it was OK. (He especially seems to like the "crunch" it makes underfoot! He'll go out of his way to step in snow.)
Of course, that was when it was *very* cold.
He got a look at the less fun side of snow this morning. As usual, he wanted to walk to the garage to get the car. (When it's very cold, Dad goes and gets it and brings it back to the door.)
But it was only about freezing today -- maybe 31 or 32F (0C) and the snow is warm enough to turn to ice where the friction of being wlked on is highest. So, as we walked along the sidewalk, Jack kept slipping. His solution was to insist that he let go of my hand as we walked.
The first thing he did was fall to his knees. I helped him up and he took a few more steps, only to recreate his Dad's first experience with snow is barely freezing weather. He went from mid-stride to flat on his back with no intervening motion.
At first he wasn't sure what to make of it, but he did hit the back of his head, so after a moment, the poor little guy started to cry.
I picked him up -- and by then, Dad had pulled the car into the parking spot we were passing, so he hopped out, and came to the rescue of his sad little boy.
Poor Jack.
It's frustrating enough to lose one's footing constantly when one understands ice. How much more so must it be when you've just gotten the hang of walking and running and don't have any way to comprehend ice and frictionless walking.
Ah, well. We all get the hang of it eventually. And it *is* pretty.
See you Monday!
