Brrrrrrr...That's What He Says

Every single day. And it is true. It is cold outside. We are talking teens tonight people. See, when you live in the Windy City you come to expect that winter will come and eventually it will snow. And the snow will turn brown, then become slushy, and until it finally melts in April if we are lucky. (Kidding...sort of) And, by April we swear we are moving south and we vow to never deal with the big white flakes again. But the first snow fall is a whole other world. It makes me giddy. It makes Glenn cringe. For Glenn, the snow equals a shovel. For me, it is the perfect opportunity to play in the snow, drink hot tea and snuggle until we are warm. I woke up in the middle of the night to pee and checked outside and saw a blanket of white on the cars, roof and street. I smiled, a great big toothy grin and quietly crawled back in to bed thinking about Brady and snow. This morning, I could hardly contain my excitement. I had all of Brady's gear ready to go.

Walking out the alley...because duh we live in the city. Where else do you play? Plus, Uncle Todd was out there unloading new appliances.
Not so sure. It's awfully wet. Plus, the alley was deep and his poor booted feet kept getting stuck.
(In his defense, it was sleeting at times. It was loud and hurt.)

Quick pic with mama before
those poor feet got stuck for good and a face plant in to the snow occurred that resulted in us going inside to warm up.

Happy December. It just seems right that in the hustle and bustle of Christmas snow blankets the ground? Doesn't it?