Turns out, the stores don't stock tiny infant winter coats like I was picturing (a mini version of my favorite sporty North Face). They only offer chilly babies those full body snowsuit thingies that A is absolutely going to hate me for in about 15 years when a picture of him in his first "coat" resurfaces and his buddies get ahold of it, make copies, and stick them up on his locker or something. It's the same shade of powder blue as my dad's 1980 wedding tuxedo, and it has little teddy bear ears on the hood. It's babyishly cutesy and just not the look I was going for, but it suits the function just fine. And after picking my way through 3 stores with baby puke on my front AND backside while A practiced his brand-new shrieking skills in the stroller, I took what I could get and headed home. Of course, photos will follow soon, because I'm a mean, mean mommy.
I couldn't find Ralph this afternoon.....until I grabbed A's hamper full of clean clothes waiting to be folded. Ahh, the joy of life with cats. He was smugly unapologetic, as usual.
hi! welcome to my blog, where i write about our life in durango, colorado. mostly i write about being a sahm to our three: anderson, vivian, and the newest addition, mabel gray (mg, mabes, etc.) yeah, three babies in just under four years. wheeeeeee! sometimes i write about stuff other than the mom stuff. like ... um ... okay, it's pretty much all about the mommyness up in here. i own it.