I used to be a better mom... no, its true. Once upon a time, I would go outside with my kids every afternoon, and many mornings too. We would go to the park, or take nature walks. I enjoyed spending time in the warm outdoors. My favorite thing to do was meet a friend or two at the playground. We would spend time chatting while the kids had fun being kids.
Alas, I live in Indiana now, and well, at the moment it is a balmy 33 degrees out (feels like 27). I am really not kidding about the balmy, either. After a week of mid-teens, I feel like I actually get a tiny bit warm when I walk outside.
The unfortunate part of this situation is that my daughter, Emma, loves to play outside. It doesn't bother her that it is freezing out, and she doesn't understand why I won't go out with her when the windchill makes it 9 degrees!
My unhappiness with all things cold was cemented while back in California for my little brother's wedding last week. We were in Newport Beach, in shirt sleeves and sandals, and I even got a little color on my face.
I really do love Indiana, but I told Elliott if he ever wanted to convince me to move back to California, it would have to be in Winter. Okay, Babe, I'm ready!