We woke up this morning to the first "real" snow of the season, and I must say I was not the LEAST bit excited. I have loved and cherished every beautiful, sunny Autumn day we’ve had! Some people love the snow, and the sight of it brings happy thoughts of holidays, staying indoors, or playing outside. But I just think of dark, COLD, long days; shoveling the driveway; eating too much junk food; and not wanting to go anywhere since car accidents seem to happen right and left. I guess I really need an attitude adjustment…
But Chase was excited enough for the both of us! I bundled him up in all his gear so he could go tromp around. He bumped his face and got a fat lip earlier this morning and refused to ice it, so I didn’t care that he kept eating the snow out there. Thank goodness we have an enclosed backyard– he couldn’t convince me to join him, even with all his innocence and charm!
I think this may very well be how it will go all winter: I bundle him up (making him go pee in the toilet FIRST), he plays in the backyard and repeatedly asks me to join him, he gets too cold after a few minutes and comes back in, we take off all his snow clothes, then 10 minutes later he wants to go back out there. AH wintertime.
