the first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event.

We got our first heavy snowfall last night. Max was delighted. At the first chance he got, he threw himself into the snow and made snow angels. Though he continues to refuse to wear a hat, I have sewn his mittens into his coat (much to his dismay). He spent almost two hours outside today, smiling the entire time. I finally lured him in with the promise of pineapple. (Cookies didn't work.)