In Which Connor Bundles Up

No call from the neurologist today. No seizures today either thankfully.

Today I took Connor to the store and bought him some new heavy winter clothing. I got him a new hat, as he's outgrown all of the ones we had that tie under the chin. We have several that just sit on his head (including an absolutely adorable tweed cap that makes him look like a cherub-cheeked urchin straight out of Dickens) but none of them stay on for more than about 20 seconds, which makes them rather ineffective for any practical purpose. The ones that tie under the chin stay on at least long enough to get him inside, especially if he has on his mittens, which apparently weigh somewhere around 80 pounds a piece. You put them on his hands and he is completely unable to move them until you take them off again. Every once in a while he'll forget and absentmindedly bring a hand up to his face, but when he sees the glove he shoots you this horribly betrayed look and instantly the glove weighs 80 pounds again. He refuses to sign with them on so I have a whole lot of one-sided conversations while we're outside.

He needs them on though, as we're in the middle of the first real cold spell here. It's supposed to get down to 15 degrees tonight, and so we're all bundled up. Jer's feet are really feeling the cold-- I tried to find him some slippers today but the size I got him was too small, so I'll try again on Wednesday when I have the time. It's likely that he'll be able to predict sudden weather changes from now on.

I also picked Connor up some heavy lined booties. They're supposed to be indoor only slippers, but since he's not walking on them they'll work well as everyday shoes. It was interesting to note that when I went to the store I found two aisles of warm boots for little girls in every style and size, and no little boys boots. None. Apparently little boys do not wear boots. They wear sneakers, which were either blue and red or blue and orange, depending on whether or not they had Spider-Man or Transformers splashed all over them. His temperature regulatory problems have made his feet feel constantly like little blocks of ice, and I worry that sneakers aren't going to be warm enough. So since I couldn't quite justify getting him a pair of girl's boots (even the black ones were lined with pink fur) I just got him some slippers. I'm pretty sure they'll work, and I'll keep an eye out for some more conventional footwear when I'm out looking for slippers for Jer.

The cats are noticing the cold too; they've actually called a truce and are sleeping in a little pile together, generally under whatever blankets we've left lying around the living room, which makes for an interesting guessing game. You never know whether or not the piled blanket you are approaching contains a cat or not, so all of the blankets remain on the floor as if you disturb the cats they will give you the Look of Death and you take monster steps in an attempt to avoid possibly stepping on them. It is especially fun to be right in the middle of stepping over a blanket Very Carefully and, when caught in the most ridiculous position, to look up and see both of the cats watching you with a vaguely disdainful look on their faces. Nothing like a cat to put you in your place!

They make very nice lap warmers, though, so I'll forgive them.

~Jess