In the last four years I've forgotten how challenging, frustrating and downright hilarious it is to get a coat and footwear onto a fidgety 8 month old baby.
If humans had to put clothing onto wriggly octopus babies with all 8 tentacles going every which way, I'm sure the experience would be the same.
It must look like Claire and I are entangled in a game of twister each morning. Me with one of Claire's arms tucked under mine as I try to guide the other into a coat sleeve. One of her legs flailing around as the other tries to hoist her body upwards and away.
I miss summer already when all I had to do was strap her into the Snugli and away we went. No coat, no shoes, no hat, no gloves, no nonsense.
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