It’s been a long time since the girls have gone outside. I go out every morning before dawn to feed the horses which hasn’t always lead to the fondest feelings about nature (I don’t like getting out of a warm bed to head out to the cold and dark but I DO like seeing the horses first thing). So, once the weather warmed up enough, I said to the girls, “Let’s go out.” To my surprise, I was met with shouts of anger and protest. That’s not a normal answer.
Evelyn was afraid it was going to rain and she’d get wet. I reminded her she has rain boots and an umbrella. Claire said it was too chilly. I reminded her there are swings outdoors. Kate? She didn’t need any urging–she was so excited to wear a “new” hand-me-down pair of shoes and shrieked with joy once I opened the door and the cats ran up to meet us.
They swung while I moved some branches and once I was ready to go in, I was met with the same shouts of anger and protest.
