I’m really big on getting the boys out whenever it isn’t a complete ice cube. When Luke was little, this meant that we’d go outside as long as the temperature wasn’t in the single digits. We’d stay out until his cheeks turned red. Now that Ben is the little one, we’ve found that his limit is more so in the 30’s.
This is a bitter disappointment for Luke when we cannot go out due to Benjamin’s discomfort. Ben is also very lightweight, so a small breeze can knock him over when he’s struggling in deep snow with boots on. Deep snow, meaning anything over 2″.
The poor toddler wants to get out, but once he is outside, he says, “I chilly, Mama. Go in.”
This winter, we’ve had to shovel a lot. After about 10 minutes, Benjamin would retreat to the relative warmth of the garage and wait patiently for Luke and me to finish.
We’d try to coax him outside but he wouldn’t budge. “I chilly. Hot chocolate now?”
Luke and I discussed the issue. Lengthy excursions would have to wait till the weekends when Zach could be with him, and I would pop in and out with Ben.
Luke would manfully shovel with Zach.
Ben would find a hint of shelter and cozy down.
I’d take Ben in relatively quickly, while Zach stayed out to play with Luke.
This week, Benjamin finally toughened up. He’s been a real trooper, playing in cold conditions. Luke and I are pleasantly surprised. Ben looks so darn cute, wielding a shovel instead of hiding in the garage. He’s a new man.