SNOW!

My little one (19 months) has a hard time with new situations. So she's been pretty slow to warm up to this snow business. We took her sledding once and it was a disaster. So we were pleasantly surprised when we took her out the other day, and suddenly, she couldn't get enough snow.



And now she loves it. We had to pull her, kicking and screaming, wet and cold, into the house when it was bedtime because she wanted more snow. I'm pretty sure she would've stayed out all all night - freezing to death; and her last words would've been....more.....snow......

And of course she loves eating it. Why is it that our instinct is to eat snow? Why do people open their mouths and look up in order to catch one or two flakes on their tongues? Why do we grab it by the fistful and shove in our mouths? My little one has never seen anyone else do this - it was an instinct. Why? I'll admit there is something distinctly satisfying about the way to crunches and melts in the mouth. It even tastes good in it's own way.

We went skiing yesterday, my husband and I, to celebrate our two year anniversary. Two years! Woot! I thought cross country skiing was just glorified walking, but it turns out that when hills are involved, it's more glorified fall on your ass every two minutes. I would highly recommend it.



That's me. Ready for anything.