There was really a lot of falling down and giggling, but she did get pretty good at getting back up by herself. I may dig the stroller out so she can have something to lean on a bit.
Also, I award myself about five billion Parental Brownie Points for standing outside on the ice for twenty minutes without complaint — well, without voicing any complaint, anyway — while it was -20C and I’d already been outside five times that day.
We finally got home (after MORE outings) around 6:30pm and I think I finally warmed up around 11, despite carrying a hot water bottle inside the front of my bathrobe for the intervening hours. Brrrrrrrr.
For me, the feet are critical for feeling truly warm.(Head and neck, too, when outside.) That, and the fact that I have frostbite on several toes. So I have invested in Truly Expensive Kid Mohair socks (yes, angora/cashmere socks!) — the warmest, softest socks on the planet — and a pair of down-filled “cabin slippers”, which look like puffy grey pillows on my feet, but they are So. Warm.
Next on my heat-seeking agenda? An electric mattress pad, for a toasty-pre-warmed bed!