On her birthday this weekend, Lady Baby’s first year of firsts comes to an end. To my joy I was there the day of her first snow! Flakes began falling in the night, and we woke to eight inches with more coming down.
Lady Baby has a warm, puffy pink with white polka-dot snowsuit and matching mitts and booties. Nobody likes to be stuffed into nylon and down, fingers captured and inserted into mittens, boots tugged on, but we “geared up” – and along with Lady Cora – ventured out.
Lady Baby constantly cruises the house these days, reaches up for a hand and walks full-tilt, going quickly where ever she wants, circling from room to room, dropping down to crawl or investigate. But outside, standing on the shoveled sidewalk, she froze in place.
Wanting to send a photo to her parents and toss a ball to Lady Cora, I lowered Lady Baby down and put a snowball on her knee to examine. More snow fell past the serious expression on her little face and frosted her orange pumpkin hat.
When I suggested we try walking, she took just two tentative steps before speeding up toward the gate and through it – chortling all the while – excitement, laughter, and movement combined. We tried out a little snowsuit seat sliding down the small berm by the sidewalk – a tiny foreshadow of her winter years ahead.
Back inside, she examined chunks of snow, fed them to Lady Cora, and then headed to the kitchen door – glass to the back deck and yard – and pulled herself up to look at the falling snow. Now she knows the fun potential of a snow shaker world.
That afternoon while snow still fell, in search of the euphoria it can bring – endorphins from shoveling or skiing or sledding – we loaded up into the winter-ready stroller and headed out again. At the quiet bakery nearby – few people out on the snowbound day – we bought fresh bread and fig rolls.
Lady Baby loved the journey. She held her mittened hand up to the falling snow and giggled when we bumped our way over ruts and clots of snow. Back home on the slight slope of the front sidewalk, we did a little stroller sledding. I pushed it away from me, then it rolled back to chortles of delight.
That evening Mr. Carson found the ancient wooden sled with a little seatback and metal runners that he used to ride in. Mrs. Hughes came home with proper little snow boots, light and warm, and Lady Baby walked about with boots over jammie feet preparing for the morrow.
The next morning we donned our gear – with little enthusiasm from Lady Baby for the robing – but smiles when I plopped her into the warm bunting fastened on to the old sled. We walked the cleared sidewalk out front back and forth a few times, until her head tilted against the seat – Alaska girl asleep in a sled. We walked round and round the block, lots of time to think how many years since I’d pulled that sled.
I love snow, no matter the discombobulation to driving and life. I am so lucky to have had that day – and this whole wonderful year of visiting Downtown Abbey and precious Lady Baby!