It's snow, baby!

From the second that the first flake fell, there were three little ones around here that kept begging to go out and play in it.

Now, OP and I kept putting it off- not because we're fun-suckers (which we just might be a bit), but because we knew that playing in the snow entails thirty minutes of prepping (otherwise known as getting the kids dressed in the cold-weather gear), five minutes of play, and then twenty minutes of undressing.

We finally gave in.

Poor Miss Adi, her mommy buys all of her clothes at least two sizes too big.



Mr. Porter Pot just plain enjoyed being outside.


Why are the girls hiding behind the lil' jungle gym thingy?


That's why:


And yes, five minutes after going outside, they were begging to come in and warm their freezing rumps up by the fire.

But hey, that's all part of being a cold-weather parent, right?