Note to self... Bring outside clothes to Grandpa and Nana's house

Yesterday we went to my parents for lunch after church. It has become sort of a tradition for us to take a walk on Sundays with my parents to the park near their house if the weather is nice. Katrina says, "Walk walk with Grandpa." She gets her absolute love for the outdoors from my dad and they enjoy being outside together.

Well, none of us were really dressed to go for a walk yesterday. Even though it is the end of April it was about 45 degrees and windy. But cold weather doesn't stop die-hard outdoorsmen like my dad and Katrina so while I found some shoes to borrow from my mom (since I did not want to walk to the park with chunky heels) my dad and mom dressed Katrina in the next-best-thing to rain boots...

Grandpa's wool socks and bread bags with rubber bands.

Katrina is already VERY particular about what she wears. In fact, she is so particular that on Saturday nights I have to set out what she is going to wear to church on Sunday to "prepare" her for it. I have to really talk up certain outfits so she feels they are "good enough." I thought she would scream and throw a fit when they put on the wool socks and bread bags but she LOVED them. She thought they were the greatest boots ever. You see, she wasn't wearing any shoes and that is something she really enjoys. Obviously from the expression on her face in the swing at the park, she could have cared less that we looked like some red-necks from who knows where.

Thankfully I had the camera so they couldn't take a picture of me in my black skirt, black tights and slip-on tennis shoes I had to borrow from my mom!