The boys woke up Friday morning to a dusting of snow. Of course we were outside bundled up in our layers of snow clothes by 7:15am. (In NC you have to move fast. It was gone before lunch).
Andrew was elated. He had a blast vainly trying to make snowballs and investigating the snow covered swing set and the trampoline. He even raked leaves in the snow. Andrew also really loved watching his shadows.
Ryan was also excited about the snow, but not about his mittens. He refused to wear them. So he scooped up snow with his bare hands, and cried. I put his mittens back on him, he cried as he tugged on them and waved his hands wildly in the air trying to fling the mittens back at me. Somehow he managed to get them off again. He played on the snowy swing, and cried. He jumped on the snowy trampoline, and cried. "Hands, hands, cold" he sobbed.
Finally I brought him inside. I couldn't let him get frost bit, right? That made him maddest of all. His reaction to coming inside was pitiful. But a cup of hot chocolate warmed his body and cooled his temper pretty quickly.