>Where was Abbie during all the snow fun? Taking her early afternoon nap. I hated it, too, because I was anxious to see her first reaction to snow.

She would have been outside with us, but as I was trying to get the last layer (aka the snow suit) on, she was miserable. I looked up to see heavy eyelids and realized what time it was. Just minutes after giving her a bottle, she was out.

Note the layers of clothes that would have gone under her snow suit. I’m not sure if some mothering tendacies are in-born or the result of years of advice given by mothers and grandmothers. What do you think?