Snow and Cold
Good thing Charlie has become an early riser: He and Jim went on a bike ride around 10am after which (confuting what I wrote yesterday) he dozed off on the couch, during which it started to snow. By 4pm it was coming down in big slushy splats; so much for snow "flakes."
Consequently Saturday was an inside sort of day, with some of the "inside" including the inside of the white car (which held up well being driven for the first time in slush and snow). Too much inside time has often meant a stir crazed Charlie; not so easy to go on those every 1-2 hour junkets when it's slush and snow. But Charlie being his 12 1/12 year old self and, well, significantly bigger than yours truly and almost shoulder-to-shoulder with Jim, we don't exactly worry about him melting in the snow and cold like we did when he was younger.
Charlie also has a sometimes uncanny sense of balance and seems to sense that he has to walk slower when it's slushy and icy. I attribute this to Charlie's natural sense of caution, which was very apparent when he was very young and took his time learning to stand and walk, as if he knew he was way too wobbly to try any of that for quite some time. (Charlie was nearly 16 months old when he first walked, and having a very big head and, even then, a physique with long spindly legs, he was very top-heavy and, therefore, prone to falling.) (And Charlie was about 7 years old when he at least learned to break his fall by putting out his hands; before that, he fell like a tree, right on his head or, sigh, face.)
We threw in a trip to Target during which we managed to spend all of $3.24 on a box of brownie mix and a soda. (Guess I'm as immune to holiday shopping promotions as Charlie.) After a second trip out for a few groceries, Charlie went to his room, asked me to plug in an old CD player, and told me to go away. He listened to a few CDs before asking for what turned out to be walk #1.
I wasn't able to convince Charlie to put on his hood but did get him to pull down the sleeves of his fleece jacket. He's been insisting on wearing the jacket inside as well as out and pushing the sleeves up to the elbow all the time. While Charlie went hoodless, he did keep the sleeves down during the walk—we've had a quite mild winter so far, but, now that it's December and with that first snow, it was much colder.
After a visit to my mother-in-law—Charlie stood halfway between the door and her bed in her room where the lights are on low and said "hi Grandma" several times—Charlie and Jim went on walk #2. As I waved them out the door, I noted that Charlie had pulled down the sleeves of his jacket himself.
Charlie had said "no" to wearing his gloves on the morning bike ride. Midway during the ride, Jim noted that his hands were so red and cold that he was not even holding the handlebars. Charlie came home wearing Jim's gloves, Jim noting that he'll bring an extra pair in his pockets for the next ride. Though I'm curious to see if Charlie, mindful of the weather, puts on his own.