We are very low key parents. We encourage the kids to be independent, learn on their own, relax about the small stuff and don’t really fret about anything. We probably give the kids tylenol too often to deal with the teething, likely let them eat too much non-organic food and sometimes, just sometimes, they have things like cotton candy for breakfast. We let them discover things on their own, we let them get their own snacks, choose their own lunch and when we bring them to playgrounds, we ignore them, and let them come their to do what it’s meant to do, interact with the other kids.
But when it comes to cold weather, I get crazy. I’m the mom with the kid who has a pair of fleece pajamas, a cuddle bubble hoodie and snowsuit. I’m the mom who has the kid outside in footed pajamas, socks, and winter boots with a neck warmer, hat and hood up. I’m the crazy Mom that’s making sure those hands are warm inside of the mittens and asking if they’re cold every five minutes.
Apparently, I turn into the mom who just brought her kid a fresh pair of mittens warmed up from the dryer to she didn’t get cold while she was playing ‘snow graffiti’ outside with her friend and tossed the cold pair in the dryer to keep those hands warm when I come to switch them out ten minutes later. Oh, and the mom getting the strange glares from her friends. Sure, now it’s fine, but I think a couple of years those glares are going to come from Olivia.