The Snowy Day

One of O.K.'s favorite books is The Snowy Day, by Ezra Jack Keats. We've been reading it for a while now, especially last summer when the thought of a bit of snow was enough to cool us down--a little. It's no wonder then, that Oscar had big plans when he awoke to snow Saturday morning.

A sometimes-hard-to-dress almost-three year old was very cooperative as we pulled on his snow suit and boots (I couldn't not include both "cheese-face" and "regular-smile-face"--you'll see it again, a few pics down. Thanks for indulging me!).

 Then we played outside, in spite of the freezing rain. O.K. insisted he wasn't cold--I remember feeling the same way as a kid when it came to snow.

 It's a little hard to "play" in the freezing rain with the snow quickly accumulating a layer of ice, but that didn't stop Oscar from enjoying it. He made snow balls, threw chunks of snow to watch it shatter, tasted a bit, and enjoyed making foot and hand prints.

We even made a teeny tiny snowman (that was all this mama could manage--it was seriously cold out there!). Later, John moved it up onto the little pedestal in front of our house. 

And then, thankfully, it was time for the best post-freezing-rain-snow-fun -- hot cocoa! (Note the cup--this used to be Uncle Daryl's when he was a kid. Thanks, Grandma, for passing it along. Oscar loves it!)

This morning Oscar woke up at 5:40 with one thing on his mind: snow. When the sun came up, I told him we could go out again when he'd found and put on his snow gear. Truly, he's never been so motivated to get dressed. Here he is, and me, still in my pajamas:

Now, where did I put my gloves?