I love snow. LOVE IT. I miss it every winter when the pictures start rolling in from my sister. I tried explaining to Grant that where I grew up, we had this for months every year and we got to play in it all the time. I don't think he really got it. But he loved the snow. He was so excited when he woke up and asked no less than 62 times if we could go out to play before we actually went out to play.
Grant has what I've heard called "North Carolina winter clothes". Which means he doesn't have any appropriate snow clothes. Why would he, really. So I layered up his pants and socks - he has a really warm coat - and we headed outside.
|Look at my little Half-Yankee loving that snow :)|
|He remembered throwing snow balls at Daddy's car last year and|
couldn't wait to do it again this time!
|I love how happy he was!|
|I showed him how to make a snow angel.|
|He said "According to the map, we go this way to the |
Golden Tree. There's no time to lose!"
|He thought that was a bridge.|
We went back there a lot in those two days. Lots of Team Treasure Hunts :)
We were lacking in the sled department and Husband had the genius idea of using the lid to Grant's little sandbox. It wasn't perfect, but he did get the idea of sledding and had a lot of fun with it!
|If you ever want a really good workout, you should|
trudge through the snow dragging a 3 year old
in a vessel not meant to slide in snow.
|This was his lesson on which snow is safe to eat. After|
that, he wouldn't stop eating the snow!