Evil Mittens

Today I pulled Jett in a sled around the neighborhood, and then I planted his face in the snow, twice in a row. Now he refuses to wear his mittens (because when he tried to brush the snow off of his face, as he cried hysterically, his mittens were also covered in snow, taking his hysterics up a notch). Evil mittens. So, no more mittens. He also refuses to sit in the sled. This won't be much of a problem the rest of the winter, since we don't have many opportunities to go out in the sled, and there are no sledding hills in walking distance. However, when you are three blocks from home and your 19-month old refuses to ride in the sled, refuses to be carried, and can barely lift his feet above the height of the snow, it is...it is a long walk home.

Also, it doesn't help when you are walking at the same speed as the mail carrier and your child wants to stop and wait for the mail carrier at every building. And the mail carrier cluck-clucks her tongue at you for not putting mittens on your child, and letting him touch the metal bars of the gate, because, geesh his hands must be so cold. Whatever, lady. You should have seen his face five minutes ago. Now that was cold.