In fact, I always tell my kids to wait to put on their coat, because I know they will start suffocating if they get it on too soon. Obviously, any child worth anything at all would expire on the spot if put into a warm car dressed this way, especially if packed in with other children! Wool socks under sturdy waterproof boots, a set of long johns under corduroys, an undershirt, flannel shirt, and sweater, a warm parka with hat, mittens, and scarf.
Candlestick tuck jumps skin#
One sweatshirt on bare skin is not going to cut it.Ī sweater would make them too hot, immobilized, and uncomfortable, unless you homeschool all day in a house that you don’t heat to a stifling degree, then a sweater over a shirt over a t-shirt works to keep warm, or unless they are spending all day outdoors and need one as a third layer under a jacket.įor true protection against unremitting cold, you must dress in a very specific way.
They are going from overheated schools to biting winds. What I’m trying to get at is once it’s cold - once you have the heat on (and some hardy souls here think only wimps touch the thermometer before Thanksgiving) - you have to protect your children against sudden changes. Whereas those used to very hot weather can’t believe that we New Englanders don’t get out our coats before the frost hits. I don’t think men should walk around without their shirts on, but I wouldn’t blame a guy for shedding a few layers when it hits that balmy temp.
(Putting bare feet into sneakers or boots is such a bad idea, but that’s another post.) I think babies need socks but 7-year olds running through the house probably don’t, until they’re ready to go out. Yes, we have different views of things! I for one am not shocked by children running barefoot outside in 60°. Here at home my boys take off their shirts when it’s that warm!” “People there put on their jackets when it gets down to 70°. It made me think of something a friend pointed out when she came home from a visit to Florida one February. So, getting back to clothing, I had to laugh when I read through all the comments on my post about dressing your child in the colder weather. That’s one of God’s little jokes He tells all the time - getting you to meet a kindred spirit and exclaim, “My, the world is a small place!” In one of their late summer conversations before heading off to live together for real, she confided in Rosie that she likes to go to daily Mass - would Rosie like to go with her? She is from the nearest big city, but of course we had never met her. But…)Įnter MaryBeth, the girl the school assigned to be one of the four roommates freshman year. Why are we letting her go? (Phil’s father, a man of few words, had consoled me by saying “I found my faith at Harvard.” That’s all he said. So as the days neared for Rosie to go off to school, I wondered why we had allowed this ridiculous fulfillment of a dream of our child’s.
(I hadn’t even realized how stressed I was, and it hadn’t helped that, while I was confident in our son and what we had taught him, another mother had loudly proclaimed her certainty that now that we had dropped the guys off, there was no way they were going to care about such things as church on Sunday. I don’t know what happened to that guy, but I could give him a big hug right now! But having a friend…makes all the difference. Not that you can’t go to Mass on your own. The day Nick called (maybe two weeks into school his first year) and told us, among other things, that he met a nice fellow with whom he could go to Mass, I burst into tears when I hung up the phone.
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