We got our first snow the other day. I'm not a huge fan of winter, and when you grow up in northern Utah, most of your life is winter. We're talking 7-8 months out of the year. Snow can start as early as the second week of October (possibly sooner) and it can snow as late as the beginning of May (or June). I love certain things about winter. I learned to ski when I was little and then in 9th grade I started boarding. I love it, but it's kind of expensive so I haven't been in a couple years. Also, I love Christmas. I'm that obnoxious person that starts pulling out as much Christmas stuff as they can the minute they get home from trick-or-treating. I have at least 5 books of piano Christmas music that I play, plus some sheet music. The point is, I love Christmas, I hate winter. I should have stayed in Texas. I would much rather be too hot than too cold. ANYWAYS. First snow. Isabel was around for last winter, but she didn't really care because she was so little. So when I woke up the other day and saw that it had snowed, I couldn't wait to show her. Even though I hate winter, there's a little bit of a thrill that comes with the white snow. So we put her boots on over her pajamas and headed outside.
She was looking out over our field and she just kept saying "Wow, Mommy, wow wow"
I lifted her up and stood her in it, and she bailed on that idea as fast as she could.
She was extra upset when she realized it stuck to her boots (which are her new favorite things). She wanted to wipe it off, but she was afraid to touch it.
I think it's safe to say this winter will be interesting. I think she's too small to go out and play in it, like with snow pants and the whole she-bang, but we'll figure something out I think.