Rubies And Pythons

I don’t feel like dealing with winter anymore.

Partially because Miami gave me a little taste of what it feels like to collapse into the sand with a Corona, and what it feels like is much, much better than having to bundle up in a robe on top of my pajamas just to make it down to the kitchen for a cup of coffee in the morning…but mostly because of our son.

He recently made the leap from toddler-ish baby to full-on child (running, talking, ordering us around – “UP!” “VIRGIL!” “BANANA!” – et cetera) and it’s so much fun, and I just want to take him to a park and let him go nuts with dogs and balls. Without having to wear snowpants. Because as cute as the snow jacket/snowpants combo is…you remember what it was like to walk in those kinds of things when you were a kid, right? “Cumbersome” would be an understatement.

See? Cute. And cumbersome. (That photo was taken on New Year’s Day, which is why Kendrick is taking a leisurely woodland stroll wearing pajamas. It’s crucial that you not remove the pajamas if at all possible on New Year’s Day.)

Anyway, this is how I’m rebelling: by re-commiting to the whole pedicure thing. (Oh wow, did I ever go a long time between pedicures this winter. I’m sure salon employees have seen it all, but I definitely think I detected a fleeting expression of horror from the woman who helped me out pre-Miami trip.) And showing off all that pretty new polish in open-toed boots.

OK, I’m lying. I may be prone to inappropriate winter attire, but there’s still snow on the ground. I did, however, keep these boots on for three whole minutes while Kendrick took some photos, and I continue to be very excited about wearing them all over (with minis! with shorts! with just-above-the-ankle jeans!) once we rise above the 50-degree mark.