Cubby Speaks

You may have gotten the idea by now that Blackrock is a cold house. It's cold even for those accustomed to the cold, as we are. We wear heavy wool sweaters and long johns all winter long indoors. Knowing this, I had some serious concerns about having a newborn baby in the house in February.

However. There was little I could do about the timing. So we crossed our fingers that winter would end quickly this year and stocked up on fleece sleep sacks for the baby.

We were fairly lucky with the weather, which is a good thing, since infant clothing? TOTALLY USELESS in the cold. Seriously, infant clothing manufacturers. Would it kill you to make some tiny wool pants or something? Cotton is not enough to keep a child warm at Blackrock, no matter how many layers we put on said child (three on a regular basis).

All this to say that keeping Cubby warm has been an ongoing battle for the past two months, and we have not always been successful. Cubby isn't going to perish from cold or anything, but when he's cold, he's unhappy. And he lets us know it.

Yesterday dawned sunny and bright, so I took Cubby outside in his stroller with me when I hung the laundry up around 9 a.m. I realized pretty quickly that while the sun was out, it had not been out long enough to warm the air significantly. Cubby realized it too, and became very vocal in his displeasure.

I'm getting pretty adept at translating Cubby's wide repertoire of shrieking. This particular diatribe could be translated as, "What the hell is wrong with you, woman? It's 45 degrees out here! I'm an infant! I can't regulate my own body temperature! Get me inside and park me by that woodstove RIGHT NOW."

So I did.

And peace reigned once more.

P.S. Alyssa, we owe you BIG TIME for lending us this stroller. Cubby LOVES his chariot. Apparently, the boy has a need for speed.