Crossing Over

It's been a wee bit nippy in these parts lately.  Many days, I think of thirty-two degrees with nostalgic fondness.  Frances's school is right across the street, so our whole commute takes about two minutes.  But, when it's nine degrees, even two minutes of exposure can be brutal.  Here's some of what we put on to cross the street:

Let's see here, that'll be:

• Chandler's coverall
• carrier cover
• Chandler's winter jacket
• Frances's snow pants
• Frances's hat
• Frances's gloves
• Frances's winter jacket
• mom's boots
• Frances's boots

Not Pictured:

• Chandler's socks
• Chandler's pants
• Chandler's shirt
• Chandler's hat
• Chandler's mittens
• Frances's socks
• Frances's pants
• Frances's shirt
• mom's socks
• mom's pants
• mom's shirt
• mom's gloves
• mom's hat
• mom's winter jacket

It takes us longer to get dressed to cross the street than it does to actually cross the street.  Future self: Years from now, when you ask yourself, "What did I do with all my time as a stay at home mom?" the answer is you located winter gear and dressed and undressed children, a lot.