Waiting is the Hardest Part

I miss the summer. When the weather was nice mommy and I went outside to play. We went for walks around the neighbourhood and we had adventures in the backyard. Now we’re just cooped up inside for most of the time and it’s starting to get to me.

Sure, we still go outside. There are places we have to go and people we need to see. However, we don’t spend as much time actually enjoying the outdoors. It’s almost always too cold for enjoyment. Most of the time, I just want to get back indoors to where it’s more comfortable.

Mommy puts my jacket on over my warm clothes, and bundles me up in a blanket whenever we venture out. I appreciate the effort but it just isn’t enough. There are parts of me that can’t be bundled and the cold wind is such a shock on my bare skin. If that wasn’t bad enough, all that bundling helps against the cold but it makes me hot and uncomfortable once the car warms up.

In the summer, being outside was a nice change of pace. There isn’t much to see out there at this time of year. Now that Christmas is over, all the pretty decorations are disappearing. The snow was nice to look at in the beginning, but that’s not a novelty to me anymore. Where are all the other people? Where are all the big kids that used to play in the park?

Being cooped up indoors and battling the cold are just two of my issues with winter. Why is winter so dark? It seems like there is barely any daylight left. Where did the sun go? It’s a bit depressing. Mommy tells me that the days are getting longer now but I just don’t see it.

I can’t wait for summer to return. This summer will be even better than last year! I’ll be big enough to roll around in the grass and run around in the backyard. I can’t wait to practice my walking outdoors. Mommy says she will get my a Peachy sized pool and that sounds like so much fun.

Next summer I’ll even be able to go to the park and actually play instead of just watching from a bench. I’ve been looking forward to that ever since I learned it was a possibility. I’ll be one of the big kids! There is so much to look forward to but the wait is so long.

Mommy always says that I’m growing up so fast and that time seems to pass by too fast. When you’re little, time seems to go by so slowly. I can’t wait until I’m big so that the boring parts will go by fast and I can just get on with the good stuff.