A month ago, before we left to go on vacation and it was more mild outside, we were up to Violet spending fifteen minutes outside before the wails that she was going to die in the cold, cold snow began.
Eight days spent in thirty degree weather really screwed that up. Now, we’re working back up to try and increase that winter tolerance of spending more than six seconds outside. A warm winter jacket or snowsuit, the warmest lined hat and mittens that go up to her elbows, finished off with Sorel boots – you would think she would be warm enough to make it outside on a winter walk, right?
Today I said to her, ‘Hey Violet, Let’s walk to the green park’. She looked at me, said ‘Outside?’ and went back to playing with her play doh. I answered and she said ‘maybe when the snow been gone away’.
Thinking about incentive, I let her know that I wanted to make super stretchy play doh with her but we needed to get some conditioner from a friend, five-hundred feet away from our house. Heading outside after bundling up, she made it thirty feet from our front door before the freezing started.
‘My nose is FREEZING OFF’ she screamed, turning back and heading in the direction of our house, grabbing my hand as we approached the crosswalk.
Here we are, back to square one, with a cold threshold that lasts thirty feet from our front door.
In an hour, I’ll try again, wish me luck that we make it to 35 feet.