I do not like the snow. At all. So when I stumbled downstairs in the early hours of November 6th, to spot a snow plow zooming past and a generous covering of snow, well... let's just say that I was wishing I could hibernate until May.
But then Luke woke up and his excitement was almost contagious, as he could hardly wait to run outside and play in the snow. I bundled him up and he played until his cheeks were rosy and his body was covered in snow.
I have to admit, here, that I watched from the comfort of the kitchen table with my cup of coffee. I know. November 6th is just too early for ME to play in the snow.
Then I ushered him back inside with a cup of hot chocolate and a special snow day treat.
We snuggled on the couch, watch Toy Story 3, and when we were done? The snow was melted, which incidentally, is just how I like my snow.