I went from happily taking 40 minute morning walks with Niall 6 days a week... to now acting like I deserve a medal of honor for pulling out the stroller one morning per week.
I refuse to set foot outside the door before 10am and I look for any excuse to call off our little trips to the park. It's pretty pathetic, and I can tell poor Niall is getting cabin fever.
So I decided to suck it up and take a 20 minute play date (just Niall and me), where we discovered that the park just isn't the same when your hands are tied up and bungeed together with snow mittens and you have so many layers of clothes on that it's impossible to stand up.
So what's a mom to do? Well, I'll tell you. You resort to a lot of trickery. A lot of "Isn't this so much more fun than the park??" when referring to simple tasks such as bathing, looking out the window, and using hampers as magical forts.
|Ok, it doesn't always work ;)|
And the occasional stuffed animal feast...whatever works :)
I swear things will be different soon- just give me about 2 more months to thaw!
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