One day in February we woke up to just a skiff of snow outside. We've gotten a little here and there, but nothing that ever really stuck around. Amelia was just itching to get out and play in it. (There really wasn't even enough to be played in .) But we bundled up and headed out.
She thinks throwing snowballs is the most hilarious thing in the world.
It was bitter cold out. James just stayed hunkered down in his little warm bundle the whole time. I uncovered him just long enough to take this picture.
Once our hands got nice and wet things went downhill quickly.
Even the promise of hot chocolate couldn't help cheer this little one up.
It's so hard to be so little.
Can't you tell?
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