Poor Spencer, he's been asking when the snow would be here since November. And we told him in December. But December came and went with no snow to be had. So when we got an inch (a whole inch!) on Sunday night, he was thrilled. And, for whatever reason, they canceled school on Monday, so he couldn't wait to get out and play. I'm pretty sure he was having dreams of snow ice cream and building snow men, but what materialized wasn't quite as majestic.
I think he forgot snow is cold.
"Mommy, I'm cold!" |
Yes, Mother-of-the-Year over here didn't put him in gloves/mittens. We've lost one from last year's set and I wasn't fully convinced we'd get anything worth phoning home about, so I didn't pick up a new set. On a bright note, the hat I made for Jake last year finally found a home on Spencer's head.
Jack was having a pretty good time, though.
That is, until he fell.
Please note that these pictures were taken from the comfort of our bonus room with my camera lens stuck out the sliding glass door.
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