This morning Molly came up to me and said, "Frosty? Boots? Frosty?" This was her way of telling me she'd like to go outside. Now there's a brief window between wanting to go outside and actually getting outside. Molly is not a huge fan of all the snow gear that comes with going out in the snow. I got her snow bib and boots on no problem, but she started to meltdown as I struggled to get her snow jacket on. I pick her up, grab my fleece and head outside. Now there are two steps just outside the side door that go down to a covered little pathway that leads to the stairs that head down to the garage. This little pathway LOOKED clear, but was apparently covered in a nice thin layer of clear ice.
I went down.
Did I mention I was holding Molly? I had her on my hip and immediately turned so she would fall on me. Both my feet went out from under me and I landed on my back on the steps. N was quickly at the door and grabbed Molly and took her inside. Once we got her snowsuit off and she calmed down she seemed perfectly fine. Apparently I absorbed her fall. I, on the other hand, was quite sore. Our plan for a walk was aborted.
The scene of the crime:
A couple hours later I decided to try again. This time I was just going to dress Molly in some fleece pants and her lighter winter jacket. N had salted the side walkway. The sun was out and there wasn't a trace of wind. It was an absolutely gorgeous day. We ventured up our street which has a little bit of an incline to it. We didn't make it far and Molly asked to be carried about every 20 feet. Halfway back I finally gave in. Maybe next season we can actually make it all the way around the block.
Molly at the end of our driveway:
Yes, those are little hotel bottles of shampoo and conditioner. Yes, she did insist on carrying them.
Absolutely GORGEOUS day:
The rest of the pics can be found in the K - Jan, Feb, March 2010 gallery (starting at the bottom of page 1 to page 4).