A Womb with a View

Have you ever been so cozy that it is absolutely impossible to stay awake?  I have found such an area.  Second only to being back in the womb, my new stroller sack is the equivalent to being hugged by angels holding fresh sheets from the dryer.

This little hot pocket is the greatest thing to be invented since … well…hot pockets.  The one that we got is actually called a “footmuff” but I refuse to acknowledge this horrible and misleading name.  For anyone that lives in a colder climate, I beg of you to get on this train to comfy-town.  Even though Vanier is the most “North” that I’ve ever been, I imagine myself as an Eskimo princess in a dog sled.  I’d yell “mush” at Mom if I wanted her to pick up the pace.

After a quick internet search (Yes, I do use computers.  Not in the traditional way of clicking a mouse and typing.  My technique involves more finger pointing and hand smashing on the keyboard.  It’s not pretty but is works.), I looked for a “stroller sack” equivalent for Dad.  I thought it would keep him warm at work.  (On a side note, I have no idea what Dad does for work.  I assume from his rugged good looks that he is either a quiet but “sympathizes-what-you-are-going-through-with-a-subtle-nod-of-his-head” type ranch hand or a modest underwear model for a company that makes flannel lined boxers.)  Either way, I found the “nap sack” (see photo).  Not as glamorous as I was hoping for but it looks like you would be cozy while preparing breakfast in your 70’s wood paneled kitchen.

This is my first real winter that I have experienced.  Dad has told me stories of 10 foot tall snow banks and -40 degree weather but so far this winter hasn’t been too bad.  I haven’t had to shovel once!  As long as I have my stroller sack, bring on the imposing Canadian winter!!