Cold Duck

Harry was a spring baby. Charlotte basically made her debut at the end of the fall and wow, today I discovered just how hard it is to take a picture-postcard perfect walk with your baby when the wind is whipping and the chill puts the temps down in the 30s. My sister-in-law Jessica assured me last week that hey, the Inuits take their babies outside when it's 20 below, what's a little cold in DC? But man, we got about a half mile when I decided Charlotte was just too cold and we turned for home. So, we sat inside watching cheesy Pay-Per-View (me, not her) and I knitted while she napped on my lap. Overall, a picture-perfect few hours of bonding, but hardly a fresh-air bonanza. On the plus size, her sweater is half-way done. Maybe it'll help her stave off the winter chill on our next outdoor "adventure."