Well, it's finally here. The snow. The snow that doesn't go away until March. The snow that I get excited over in December and am bored with by February. THAT snow. The good news is that Austin is now old enough to actually play in the white stuff, and today I bundled him up Christmas Story style and let him loose in 8 inches of powdery snow.
Things I didn't consider were:
* Austin doesn't like when he gets things on his hands- like snow. Enter the screaming.
* 8 inches of snow= Up to Austin's knees.
* Austin loves all types of balls. Footballs, soccer balls, golf balls, and now snowballs.
* Once he figured out that you could play with the snow he didn't want to come inside. 45 minutes later I finally had to drag a screaming, wet, cold child into the house.
* Eating snow is going to happen. There's no stopping it. Embrace it. Eat snow with him. Forget the acid rain.
* If you take the time to make a cute little snowman for your 2 year old he will promptly decapitate it and use the head for a snowball.
* Austin is ridiculously cute in his little snow overalls and boots.

If Austin were a baked good he would be a "Stud Muffin"

Ready to rock.

I found a way to get Austin to stand still.

A face of growing concern.

Mommy set him free gave him a snowball.

If you squeeze a snowball too tight it WILL explode.

Frosty is about to loose his head. Literally.

Snow tastes good!

Wait- that wasn't yellow snow was it?