The snow has arrived. I switched out tires yesterday so we can have a little advantage driving on the slippery roads. Since the car was waiting in line at Les Schwab all morning Nora and I couldn't make it to the mommy & me spin class. We went x-country skiing with Casey and the dogs instead. 5 degree temps made me wonder if it was too cold for Nora, but I bundled her up, put her in the baby bjorn, and (with Casey's help) clicked into our sweet 1989 ski set-up. With Nora on my chest under a down jacket, I looked like the abominable snow made sliding down the road. Nora seemed to be very cozy and comfortable while I sweated my brains out.
No matter how we tweak it, Nora doesn't enjoy tummy time. She'll start huffing and puffing, drooling, and kicking, and a full blown melt down usually ensues. She does however, love to stand.
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