"The snow is soft, but it's cold."

That's what Tristen told me when he finally stopped crying after he refused to wear mittens home from the coffee shop and then tried to make his first snowball. Poor kid; it was a real loss of innocence. The three of us had been playing in the snow all morning, but we had Tristen really bundled up. He just hadn't realized how cold the snow could be.

We've had a week of daycare closures, sledding, snow shoveling, and hot cocoa. Here's my favorite picture of the kid, all suited up. And yes, those ARE my socks on his hands. He thinks they are mittens and even argued with me the other day that my mittens were gloves, because they have a separate thumb. Don't tell him! The socks actually stay on...