Immediately, Wubbles was taken aback by the blustering winds and cold. He blinked and turned away from the wind, but as soon as I put him down, he took off running all over the driveway. It was so cute to watch as he curiously bent down to scrape some of the snow off of the driveway and feel it.
I manned the camera as Jim tried to direct him so he didn't stumble into a snow drift or get swept away in a gust of wind. (Ok, I know I'm being over dramatic, but it was seriously windy here yesterday and today. Such a little guy could have easily been a block away before you knew it!) But the party was over when he accidentally stumbled and snow got all over his hands. It was such a crucial moment in his experience. The fascination had worn off and he realized that snow, while pretty, does have its downsides. Think shoveling at 9 o'clock at night and walking outside with wet hair. All in all though, I think he had an awesome time running around crunching on the freshly fallen powder.
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| Snowflakes falling all around. |
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| After the tumble. |
I'm looking forward to next year when we will bundle him up in his snow suit, scarf and mittens and go sledding as a family across our front yard (which by the way is completely level. There is no way that he's even coming close to a hill!). Then we will all come in and strip off our wet, snowy clothes in the garage and knock the snow out of our boots. Jim and I will make each other hot chocolate and we will spoon feed it to Cullen. Of course mine shall have extra whipped cream! So, here's to the next snow storm and everything chocolately and snowy and good that comes out of not being able to get the cars out of the garage.
Tree update: tomorrow, Jim is going to take her down. She did well; she gave us some nice pictures and added some warmth to the house. She will be missed, not so much for her charm or grace but for her character.
Until tomorrow, goodbye.
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