Walking Backwards

The weather here has been in a bad mood lately. I normally enjoy the cold, but not when it is accompanied by the freezing rain and the cranky baby and a busy schedule that requires us to be driving about all the time. We decided to skip the park day and had a friend cancel her outdoor birthday party because of the obvious discomfort that would be experienced (these were scheduled when it forty degrees warmer on average). Joe, Nico, and I still braved the super cold temperatures to take my father out for his birthday and I had a bunch of little errands that had to be done this weekend.

We also have another reason this weather is a little more difficult to bear than normal - my son has become a giant in his winter clothes and we can't find/don't want to buy another winter wardrobe for Mr. Growth-spurt over here. This is his third growth spurt in the last few months. I have already bought him new winter clothes twice. He has moved from 2T when we left for Italy to a 4T or 5T now. This is made even worse because I always buy his clothes at the end of the season the year before, so he has also grown out of his summer wardrobe for this year, too. So, right now I should be grumbling and buying him a third set of sweatpants and sweaters and mittens, but, upon further inspection at the stores, it is actually spring and our growing-like-weeds toddlers should be able to survive the rest of the season in sleeveless tops and jersey-weight shorts. To be completely honest, I am kind of glad that I can't even be guilted into buying new clothes by my son's freezing ankles. He'll make it through the week and even a little bit more in his snug clothes. We live in Texas after all, this will not last. I don't want to be stuck with three sets of toddler clothes that have to be put away before they suffer the fate of all other well-used toddler clothes that end up getting cut into quilt squares or rags or put in the trash after facing little boy destruction.