There are a few things I’ve learned about tiny people and the snow.
First of all, they love it.
And then it’s too cold.
And then they fall face-first in the snow. Repeatedly.
And then when you suggest maybe it’s time to go inside and warm up, HOW DARE YOU.
But most of all, they love it. And for Pete’s sake, poufy snow babies are caaa-UTE. Adorable. Precious. Squishable. And hilariously unstable. I kid you not, we’re lucky to get three steps before we fall down in the deep stuff. But does he stay in the shallow snow when I redirect him there? Of course not. I’m sure there’s a lesson to be learned there…instead give me a sec while I blubber over this sweetness.
I can’t even. He’s just. Ugh. SO SWEET. No bias here.
The other day (after we got a cool 12 inch dumping), O and I were outside and he offered up this look after I suggested we go inside:
There were angry noises involved as well. Use your imagination.
He wasn’t pleased. But then I suggested a snack. The noises changed! “NaauCK?” (that’s what he calls a snack – think heavily German with that “ck” sound)(I don’t know where to place the punctuation after this parenthesis…should’ve paid more attention in English class)(can you place multiple sets of parentheses in a row? #ownit) Offering food to this boy is gold…
Just don’t tell him I use his genetic predispositions for my personal gain. Don’t ruin it for me yet.
And yes, he is pant-less here. Pants-less? Sans pants? …pants are overrated. So is grammar.
That’s not true. Grammar is very important.
Food and snow. Snow and food. Ah, the toddler life.
Happy weekend, friends!