Gloves are off
Beating the chill is a battle with Donna’s girl, who hates woollies!
From the kitchen window, I watched my daughter, Fleur, two, standing over a pile of leaves in the garden. ‘One, two, three,’ she shouted, before jumping into the ambercoloured heap.
Who needs expensive toys when there’s a stack of crumbly old leaves in the back yard?!
About half an hour later, I called her in for tea.
Flinging open the back door, Fleur bounded in, full of energy.
‘I found acorns,’ she cried, grinning from ear to ear. ‘Can I go back out after tea to look for more?’
But while the door was open, I noticed how chilly it was.
‘I think you should play inside after dinner,’ I shivered. ‘It’s really cold out there now, and it’ll be getting dark soon.’
‘I promise to wear my hat and coat,’ she begged.
I couldn’t turn my nose up at an offer like that!
You see, ever since she was a baby, Fleur has passionately hated wearing winter woollies.
Coats, hats, gloves, scarves… you name it.
Even the blustery chill of the Beast from the East earlier this year didn’t get her to wrap up warm.
She continually flung off her gloves to make bare-handed snowballs.
But I’d hoped, since Fleur was a bit older now and I could reason with her, that things would be different.
So, after tea, as promised, I bundled her up before letting her loose in the twilight garden.
‘Let’s get you all nice and cosy,’ I told her, pulling on her pink Peppa Pig hat and matching mittens and setting her free.
She looked so cute, like a wee snowman.
But, when she thought I wasn’t looking, Fleur tugged at her hat, then her mittens.
‘Put them back on, Missy!’ I barked, tapping the window.
Within seconds, she was throwing them off again.
I called her back in. ‘Fleur,’ I grumbled, rubbing her tiny, soft hands. ‘You’ll have to come in if you won’t wear your mittens.’
Chaos reigned as Fleur begged and stomped to go back outside. ‘If you wear your hat,’ I said. ‘But it’s itchy and too small,’ she wailed, miserable.
‘Look, it’s getting dark now, anyway,’ I said. ‘So why don’t you just play outside tomorrow.’ Fleur trundled off in a sulk. The next afternoon, we had exactly the same battle.
Winter is coming, and I want to be prepared. So, what can I do to keep my toddler toasty?
Donna Gray, 38, Billingham, Cleveland
SHE TRUNDLED OFF IN A SULK
Fleur gets fed up with winter layers