Today, Flo and I went out to “enjoy” the snow. We walked the few blocks to the local park. Or rather, we alternated between me carrying Florence like a limp sack of potatoes while the enormous sled bounced behind us, and me pulling the sled (or “boat” as she called it) while she sat in it and experienced mixed success at staying in an upright position. From there, it was mostly downhill (no pun intended…haha). She did not want to ride the sled around on hills or flat ground, she did not want to touch the snow in any way, and she did not seem able to walk in all the snow gear that she was wearing. For some unknown reason, she also did not want to leave. After about ten minutes, I called it. The trip home involved a mix of me carrying Florence like a limp sack of potatoes while the enormous sled bounced behind us, and me pulling the sled while she laid on her back in the sled, wailing at the top of her lungs at the injustice of the world as the snow fell on her face. Not taking a photo of that is probably one of my biggest mom fails to date. Here are the photos that I did take, of her looking rather wistful in the snow.

Once home and warm, I gave her the cookie that I had promised her on no less than twenty occasions between the park and home. Well deserved. I was also able to capture her giving me a dirty look, that I believe she learned from me and I suspect I will be seeing quite a bit in my future.

I hope everyone else has more success at playing in the snow tomorrow! (We may give it a go again too. I’m no quitter!) Stay warm!!