We are READY for you.
Last winter worked out because the newborn and I just hibernated for 3 months. He laid around drinking milk and eating his fist, and we were outright told by the doctor to limit his outside-the-house time because of the flu and whatever other nasty winter bugs were around. Sure thing. You don’t need to tell me twice to stay inside when it’s 11 degrees out.
This winter? BLECH. He was an 11-15 monther on the move. I worked hard to get him out of the house even if it was just to walk around the grocery store for 40 minutes to buy one sweet potato. When we were stuck inside, I feel like all I did was utter the same commands to an oblivious audience of one. Teeth are not for biting/hands are not for hitting/cups are not for throwing/pieces of mulch from someone’s shoe are not for eating/the oven door is not for pull ups/the dog is not for mixed martial arts/da capo al fine.
This morning we made a glorious park trip and I’m reminded how much he needs this kind of time– to run completely free, without me over his shoulder and without gates, walls, and locks blocking his every move. He was beside himself with joy.