dax has seen snow before, but only once and he was only 2 months old when it happened. living well below the mason-dixon line people just don't know what to do with the threat of the white stuff. yesterday morning the newscasters were giddy with excitement about the possibility and a "high likelihood" that there'd be accumulation. schools started cancelling for the following day around 6pm, when it was only still raining. just at the thought of their being snow on the horizon was all too much.
since i work from home, a snow day will never be the same again. sure, i don't have the pleasure of scraping a windshield, putting on boots, being not so sure-footed as you step on a patch of black ice, or having a snow plow bury your car in roadside muck - but there is also no chance i can ever say i could not make it into work (up a flight of stairs) to my desk. will got excited about the hope that there might be a day to play with daxton in the snow, but by the time i woke he'd already trudged on to work with the evidence in the drive way that there just wasn't enough of it to make the excuse. somehow saying you could not make it to work in an inch of snow, in 40 degree weather, in a 4 wheel drive vehicle just doesn't fly.
i told dax i'd make sure he got to test it out, so i suited him up in multiple layers of clothes (could not justify a snow-suit purchase when there's a slim chance we'll see snow again this season) to take him outside and see what he thought. he confirmed it was pretty cold by the chattering of his teeth. he's sometimes a little dramatic with that, and it was already warming up to 40 by the time we made it outside. however, he also confirmed it was pretty neat and he smiled to signal he liked what he saw. i sat him in the snow under a tiny tree and he spent the majority of his time trying to figure out what those mittens were.