This evening Brandt’s to-be preschool had a lantern walk by the lake. It wasn’t raining, but it was pretty cold. Most of the lanterns blew out right away, including ours, so Brandt was able to tuck his hands in his pockets as he trudged along. He’ll toughen up into a Pacific Northwesterner soon, though. Another mom there mentioned Baby Rijder was a real PNW baby. However, she couldn’t see he was heavily layered (long-sleeved onesie, pants, baby legs, socks, shoes, coat) inside the ring sling. I think Rijder’s being born during a heat wave makes him just as cold blooded as Brandt’s start in the desert makes him. We’re all wimps! Even Dan spent enough years in California that he’s pretty wimpy now, too.
It didn’t occur to me that it would be dark by the time we rode home (duh, lanterns) so we had our first night ride. There are only like three hours of daylight in the winter up here so I’m sure it won’t be our last.