Poor baby had a rough adjustment warming up those frozen stumps after playing in the snow without mittens.
Poor Mama had a rough half hour consoling the screaming chub while forcing her hands to be warmed.
Although Mama felt badly for Arrow to go through the pain, she cheered a bit on the inside that Arrow was coming to hate the snow like Mama does. Mama was sure that this experience might scar her from wanting to play outside in the cold. She hoped for it, because she's mildly selfish and would rather stay cooped up inside instead of freeze to death outside. At the very least, Arrow's Mama wanted her to dislike it until she was old enough to play outside on her own.
It was not to be. Arrow was born with the passion of her father, he who can literally spend hours in Utah's snow dumping grounds. Her heart yearned to try again. Eventually, both Mama and baby dared to venture outside. This time though, Mama came armed with masses of leggings, boots, hats, and fuzzy mittens, because it didn't make sense to make Arrow suffer once again.
This time, it wasn't such a harrowing experience.
In fact, it was pretty nice. It was almost fun. Even though Arrow ditched the mittens 2.5 seconds after she came outside.
The snow can stay, Mama reasoned. For now.