the high today was 25 and the high tomorrow will be 23. we are slowly, slowly but surely, turning into icicles.
i am highly susceptible to cabin fever. it's bad. there is no quicker way to kill my soul than to keep me in my tiny apartment all day. i need to get out! cabin fever is my mortal enemy. i always say that i prefer the bitter new york winters to the awful swampy summers, and i think i mean it? even in the winter, huck and i don't let the weather deter us from going to the playgrounds, on outings, or on grand adventures. but then it gets THIS cold out and i start to panic. when it's this cold out, it's time to embrace the indoors. try and get some satisfaction from indoor type things. like . . .
really, there are tons of amazing things to do in the city when it's cold out. like . . . the museums!
the museums are tired of seeing my face.
mama needs some suggestions.
here is what i'd like to be doing: something intelligent.
here is what i've been doing instead: taking five million years longer than necessary to write a babble article. (at least i feel productive!) reading the first three pages of a book before huck throws it across the room in boredom. replaying the opening theme to dinosaur train on the pbs kids app five times in a row so huck can do the "ride ride ride ride riiiiiide" dance he made up and then roar like a dinosaur. over. and over. and over.
oh, and dressing room visits.
oh yes! when it gets this cold out i start to do my dressing room visits. this is when you have finished your errands for the day and are heading home, but the cozy stroller sock has lulled your huck to sleep, so you start to look for close-to-home things to do to stay out longer so he can sleep. (why do they wake up the minute you get home?) so obviously, you visit a dressing room, answer some emails, check your twitter, and try things on that you have no intention of buying yet still have to talk yourself out of purchasing anyway, because you do need it, no, because no, you don't.
i used to use dressing room visits as a chance to nurse my baby in private during long outings. those were the days.
and then there is the dressing room self portrait, an activity which can eat up a whole two minutes at a time! why do we do these? i'm not sure. you do them too, i know you do. don't even start with me.
no, champagne maxi skirt. no.
my favorite part of stroller naps is when they're over. you wheel into the apartment and he starts to stir and for those few minutes he's between sleeping and waking he is floppy and warm and cuddly in my arms, just like he was as a newborn. and oh what i wouldn't give for another newborn around here! this kind of stroller nap newborn time travel just doesn't happen in the summer. two points, winter.
when it's this cold out i end up cooking more. my bum appreciates this. i might be the only human in existence who loses weight in the winter and gains in the summer. this is one of my favorite speedy winter meals. warm quinoa, bitter arugula, roasted beets, some goat cheese, and a little newman's own olive oil + balsamic vinegar dressing drizzled on top. done.
huck digs the quinoa because huck is a quinoa artist. you should have seen the floor after this, what a masterpiece! and look at that sense of humor! this boy is just a delight. also he looks thirteen in these photos, i know, what is this crap. hash tag baby hungry.
what is your favorite thing to do indoors in the winter? read anything good lately? any good tv i can catch on netflix now that i've finished downton? don't even tell me to scrub the toilet. i'm bored enough i might have to.
for everyone who's asked:
my pom pom sweater is from madewell!