On Saturday, we woke up to an unexpected sight. Our fried brown grass and bleak post-drought landscape had been covered in a luxurious carpet of white (snow, for you southerners out there). And while I am far from winter’s biggest fan, I admit I was excited to see it, hustling Tori out as fast as I could get her morning waffle down her.
Because she? Had never really experienced snow before. I mean, sure, she was around last year, but she spent the winter being carted to and fro in her car seat. Her first forays into walking came long after the last snow had melted.
At first, she had no idea what to make of the stuff.
But it wasn’t long before she put her game face on. Grandma cheered her on from the background while I took pictures (of course).
Yes, I did stop to take a picture (and laugh) before picking her up. But don’t worry, Grandma was there to save her. And later? Everyone replaced the calories they burned off in the snow with a yummy (and belated) Thanksgiving dinner.
So that was my weekend. How was yours?