Snow!

We don’t get a lot of snow here in the South, so when we do we are both completely unprepared to dress for it, and determined to spend enough time in it as possible. What that usually amounts to are lots and lots of soaked layers laying about after several short stints into the cold stuff until your fingers go numb. This happens rather quickly when you don’t own thick gloves.

Whatever. It’s still a good time.

Babies must also be dragged into said snow because you don’t know when you’ll see it again and documentation must be made. Also, ridiculous hats, because who doesn’t love a ridiculous hat?