I think the misunderstanding happened when the word "suit" left my lips. I'm pretty sure that anytime Azalea hears the word "suit" she automatically thinks, "swimsuit" and that she obviously must be going swimming. When I began stuffing her into something that was decidedly NOT a swimsuit there began to be much weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth.
We'll probably need to get her some gloves. Or some socks wrapped in grocery sacks.
Azalea appeared to be apprehensive about the snow...though I prefer to think she was just keeping an eye out for ninjas.
We didn't spend too much time outside...mainly because I was not dressed for the elements. But you can bet we'll be out there again before the 50 degree weather comes back. We can't have Azalea growing out of that suit without getting any use out of it!
I'm sure she'll like it more once she forgets what a swim suit is right?