You'll shoot your eye out

I wanted to stay in and grumble about the state of Afghanistan, but instead Phil convinced me to bundle up and head to a few stores for wee man clothing.


Yes, Phil likes to shop. But only if it involves finding clothes for Amos.


Amos ran around Old Navy like a mad man while we scoured the toddler section for deals. If you didn't notice, it's cold in Denver. We desperately needed warmer clothes for the tiny tot. Many a long sleeve shirt and comfy britches were obtained.


The biggest hunt, however, was for a thick winter coat. As soon as we put a big, puffy coat on him, Amos ran for his life. Amos' little toddler body stuffed into a huge coat and his little face peeking out from a zipped up hood is just about as cute as you can get. Seriously. There is nothing cuter. Even snow leopard babies can't beat it.


But we didn't buy it. The cheapskate in me balks at spending more than $20 for a piece of clothing that is so small it would barely warm my butt.


So, we headed over to Target. Target had similar giant-tiny coats for a better price (soothing the savage penny pincher). Once again, Amos took off like a rocket once he was bundled up. He even demonstrated the coat for a moment, waving his hand over the other sleeve and raising his eyebrows as if to say, "Do you see the fine stitching, Mama? This coat is quite a find."


It was difficult to not imagine the scene from A Christmas Story when the little brother is so bundled up with coats and winter gear that he can barely walk much less keep his arms at his sides. I can't wait to bundle up the little man and see if he can manage to work his appendages.


We take walks around our block and beyond just about every day, in addition to other longer walks in the 'hood when Amos is in the stroller. The block walks, or "the daily constitutional" as Phil calls them, are the highlight of Amos' day. He finds sticks and leaves to carry along, sometimes dropping his precious for some other fine specimen that is clearly a superior item for such a walk. My son is quite the nature lover.


So, as you can see, Amos needed his puffy coat. I wonder if it will hinder his ability to bend and pick up his necessary sticks and leaves. Perhaps the upside is that he will now come away unscathed every time he trips and falls while becoming too excited about a leaf or a dog.


And this concludes yet another log of daily Sarah activities while trying to stick to the NaBloPoMo quota.