Let's just say that this winter has already proven to be epic in terms of snow fall.
I am desperately hoping that mother nature is just getting it all out of her system early, but I'm starting to doubt the truth in that.
Confession. . . I hate the snow. It's beautiful up on the mountains, but I really don't enjoy driving in it, and I really don't enjoy playing in it. But Nolan is getting to the point where he's actually interested in getting out in the white stuff. . . so what's a mother to do?
Clearly, the answer is to beg Tamera, who owns proper winter clothing, to take him out in the snow when she's with him.
This was the first major snow fall that stuck around, at the beginning of December. I hadn't gotten him a hat that fit him yet, so he wore Ben's. . .
And I think he enjoys it more than he did a couple of years ago, don't you?