The first snowfall of the season is a magical time. This is my first year since kindergarten that I was able to do exactly what I wanted to do on this blessed, snowy day: stay home and wear sweats! When I was in school or working, I always WISHED that I could snuggle in bed with some hot chocolate and watch the magic happen from my window. Today, that lifelong wish came true. To top it off, I also made cheesecake. For the first time. From scratch! More on that later.
The punk also enjoyed watching the snow out the window, so I thought he should see it up close. I bundled him up and took him out in the back yard.
He was having such fun sitting in the snow that I thought he would like to feel it. His gloves are actually just one fuzzy little pocket; they don't even have a separate space for the thumb. I guess this is because the hands that fit into them do not yet have the motor skills to fashion a snowball. So I took off his gloves and let him feel the cold, white stuff.
I guess he'd rather wear the gloves.