Aside from the one time that I brought a bowl of snow into the kitchen for him to play with…Corrigan has never really experienced snow.
I can think of no better time to…uh…get your feet wet…then after 3 feet of the fluffy stuff is dumped onto your front lawn.
Courtesy of Connor’s hard work shoveling the sidewalks, Corrigan finally got his chance to play.
The last time I took Corrigan outside when it was cold, my attempts to keep his gloves on were foiled again and again.
Well, foil me once..shame on you..foil me twice…mama gets the butcher’s tape.
He padded around a few steps, stared awkwardly at the snowflakes and immediately decided that he hated it.
We tried to encourage him to explore a little more but when he fell face-first into the snow pile I knew I should have just packed it in.
He was not pleased
Not pleased at all.
In case you thought I was kidding about how pleased he was…
Not even mommy kisses helped much and those are usually miraculous.
I tried to distract him some more but we really should have given up…but when it takes you longer to bundle the booger up than he wants to play outside…you want to make it last.
But his boots were just a tad bit too big still…so they kept twisting off of his foot
(and I was sweating to death despite the cold air)
so we tried a few more minutes and then we packed it in…
On a success scale of 1-10…ten being that he loved it more than Veggie Tales and one being that he would rather eat sand…it was, maybe, a 1.245923021
Oh well, maybe next year.
(more snow photos, sans people, in post below)