No Baby Like a Snow Baby

When we got our first real snow last week, Mason stood at the window yelling "snow!". The kid was dying to investigate this new phenomenon. I don't think he realized what going out to play in the snow required, and by the time I got him into his snow pants, coat, hat, mittens, and boots I was so exhausted I wished it was nap time and he was not too happy.

When we got outside, though, his grumpiness disappeared in exchange for complete fascination.

Usually, I don't like the snow but I think this year might be a little different. Now, if only I could figure out a way to get him to keep his mittens on....