Maybe you heard that we got totally dumped on by snow this week. I was disappointed. Not because it didn't snow enough, but because I keep being lulled into a false sense of spring. A few weeks ago, we had record high temperatures for a couple of days. High 60's in mid February. I thought winter was over, and then it got very very cold. This weekend was quite nice, I even ventured outside to do some yard work. I cleaned the chicken coop, I spread manure and wood ashes on the garden (hoping for a better season). Then, it snowed and snowed some more.
Today, Jackson and I decided to make the best of it and go out to play. Jackson was enthusiastic about getting all bundled up, he loves to wear his boots. Puts them on first thing in the morning, stomps around all day, often accents them with a stocking cap. (Usually sans pants, but whatever).
Previous snow days, Jackson has been less enthusiastic about the snow and cold than about the bundling up. In the past, he has refused to wear gloves. He can't get up when he falls down because his hands are cold, and he doesn't want to touch the snow. He hasn't liked the sled. Last time we had a good snow, he was happiest after I put away the sled and any thoughts of snowmen and instead brought out the lawn chair.
Today was different. Jackson wore his gloves and threw the snow and pushed it and stomped. He agreed to go for a ride on the sled, saying "Whoo Whoo" and when he looked somber after a few minutes, I asked if he was having fun. He replied with "Weee!". That lasted until I took a corner too hard, and my poor little one face planted. But he merrilly went back to throwing and stomping. I had to drag him back in the house.
I didn't take out the camera today, but I hope these pictures of Jackson not having enough fun outside give you the idea.