Yesterday, I rummaged through our sock drawers for hats and scarves and pulled out ridiculously puffy jackets for the girls.
I said I was going to take the Waldorf philosphy of “There is no innappropriate weather, just innapropriate clothing” to heart this winter, and it was time to get ready for Azita’s Waldorf-inspired Friday morning class/get together with the lady that runs the children’s garden.
We’d been talking about it on Tuesday and she emphasized that if I wore more of a jacket and a hat, I probably wouldn’t mind cold weather so much, and she’s probably right.
So I had us all suited up and ready to go. As we drove, the sleet starting falling, not much, but still, it’s like the heavens were testing my dedication to us getting fresh, non-indoor polluted air, this winter.
We were outside from 10 a.m. to about 12:30. It was great. It was refreshing. The kids loved it.
We took a short nature walk. Azita loved a little fall we saw at Clark Park, and the kids threw leaves in on one side of a bridge and then ran to the other side to watch them float by. Like Pooh Sticks, if anyone remembers that.
My favorite part was when they played trolls and billy goats on this big, old timey looking, covered bridge. There was one kid (a goat) that a troll (her mother) hadn’t gotten when we were ready to move on down the trail. The mother called to her on the other side of the bridge and expected she would follow us all, and she probably would have.
But Azita is sticking up for the forgotten and oppressed already, thank goodness.
She ran back across the bridge, seriously crying, and said, “That momma’s leaving her baby!!”
She then took her hand and led her back across the bridg and held her hand for the rest of the trail.
A little cold weather didn’t hurt us. It was a good thing.
Ada was very ready to get home. She was asleep in about 3 minutes after I put her in the car seat. She wasn’t too cold though, I wish I’d taken pictures of that puffy jacket that probably weighs what she does.
She kept trying to walk in it and tipping over and falling with her little legs sticking in the air. So cute. I’ll have to find a trimmer jacket for her. I think she still enjoyed herself though.