It's official! Christmas can finally come because today we got DUMPED on with snow! I went outside to shovel (the first time) at about 8am this morning and fantasy: The Frog frolics and plays in the snow while I remove the snow from our driveway and sidewalks; Reality: Adding a bulky snowsuit to a wobbly toddler and then actually making him walk around in a few inches of snow doesn't actually work out so well. The Frog spent most of his time falling over and then trying to get back up again. After giving it what he thought was sufficient effort, he would then scream until I could come to his rescue. Needless to say, shoveling took a bit longer than anticipated, but I was so excited to get so much snow that I really didn't care. Plus, The Frog looked so stinking cute.
Here is The Frog's first spill. You can see him taking advantage of his position to (what else) see what snow tastes like.
Here is The Frog at the end of his rope, right before we went inside.