We started off the day making pancakes. Henry is getting pretty good at spooning out flour.
All bundled up to go outside. The rain boots he's been wearing every day for two weeks finally have a purpose.
It turns out snow is pretty cold. Henry refused to wear mittens on our first trip out and he regretted it after just a couple of minutes.
Back outside with mittens this time. You can see that we really didn't get too much snow. Maybe half an inch or a little more?
Attempting to throw snowballs at Dada. They stuck to his mittens so he had to get pretty close. He calls snowballs "bay-baw" which means baseball. I thought that was a neat connection for a kid who never holds a baseball, but reads about them in his current favorite book (
I Want a Hat Like That featuring Grover).
Found the dump truck sitting int he middle of the yard filled with ice. He spent about 20 minutes filling, dumping, and pushing it all over the backyard.
He protested greatly when it was time to come in. He found a dry pair of mittens and wore the the rest of the morning. The one good thing I can say about this cold snap is that Henry no longer hates hats, coats, and mittens.
This picture was taken yesterday, day two of being trapped in the house because 18 degrees is just too cold to play outside when you're little. (Or maybe it's just too cold to stand and watch when you're 30). It was also day two of Henry being super duper grouchy. I took him to the store because I thought it would help to get out of the house but he was an absolute terror. So I broke down and had Husband drag the climber in from the backyard, frozen mud, dead gecko, and all. Henry immediately became a different kid. He needed to move! It's just not in a toddler's nature to be still indoors for more than a couple of hours. I wonder if a bouncy house would fit in my living room.
We started off the day making pancakes. Henry is getting pretty good at spooning out flour. 
All bundled up to go outside. The rain boots he's been wearing every day for two weeks finally have a purpose.
It turns out snow is pretty cold. Henry refused to wear mittens on our first trip out and he regretted it after just a couple of minutes.
Back outside with mittens this time. You can see that we really didn't get too much snow. Maybe half an inch or a little more?
Attempting to throw snowballs at Dada. They stuck to his mittens so he had to get pretty close. He calls snowballs "bay-baw" which means baseball. I thought that was a neat connection for a kid who never holds a baseball, but reads about them in his current favorite book (I Want a Hat Like That featuring Grover).
Found the dump truck sitting int he middle of the yard filled with ice. He spent about 20 minutes filling, dumping, and pushing it all over the backyard. 
He protested greatly when it was time to come in. He found a dry pair of mittens and wore the the rest of the morning. The one good thing I can say about this cold snap is that Henry no longer hates hats, coats, and mittens.
This picture was taken yesterday, day two of being trapped in the house because 18 degrees is just too cold to play outside when you're little. (Or maybe it's just too cold to stand and watch when you're 30). It was also day two of Henry being super duper grouchy. I took him to the store because I thought it would help to get out of the house but he was an absolute terror. So I broke down and had Husband drag the climber in from the backyard, frozen mud, dead gecko, and all. Henry immediately became a different kid. He needed to move! It's just not in a toddler's nature to be still indoors for more than a couple of hours. I wonder if a bouncy house would fit in my living room.
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