How much of our likes and dislikes are determined by our DNA? Or perhaps our environment at birth? Can that be changed? How long does it take?
These are the questions that I am considering today.
Because the baby does not like the snow.
I was born in Canada in December. My birthday parties growing up were most often sledding parties. To this day, the feeling of my childhood revisits me after I've been outside and upon return to the warm house, I can still feel the chill on my skin, but I "feel" warm again. That feeling is as close as I can come to the happiness of my childhood, and I relish it this time of year.
Today was the second day that I took the baby out in the snow. She began by reacting the same way as the last time - just looking at it. This time, I unflapped her hand and she put her hand in it, mostly accidentally. Then she began to cry.
I reflapped her, tried to help her understand it by playing a bit and fluffing it around. No go.
My baby is broken. I blame the 50% of her that is Kenyan. I ordered a snow-lover. Too late to return this model, so we have now begun the 40 step DNA rehabilitation program.
Step 1: let her eat it.
She loved the texture, and I think the cold felt good to her poor teeth poking through, but she was shocked at how fast it melted.
One step closer to a snow-baby. Stay tuned for the rest of the program.