Dans La Neige...
Ok, so we did it- but as you can see, somebody wasn't all too happy about it! It probably took us over five minutes to get Alexander into his little snow suit. When all was said and done, he lay on the floor in a blue marshmallow heap- he couldn't sit stand or even wiggle his fingers. (We never did get that last problem fixed.) By the time Mama and Papa got our stuff on, and he was in our arms, he was a bit more pleased- or at least wondering what all the commotion was about, or maybe what time lift-off would be.
We threw open the door to a world of wintry white, and freshly fallen flurries on our 3 inches of snow, and sat Alexander in the deepest pile we had in the front yard. So he sat... (remember he can't move) and made a little nervous laugh or two. Eventually he flopped backwards and managed to roll over to his tummy, surprisingly a-smile with snow on the chin. We tried to get him to walk a bit in the snow (more like a moon hop with Mama doing all the work) and he seemed to like it when we heaped it over his lap. He endured the whole three minute or so adventure with little nervous laughs throughout, ended in a grinning round of "Ring Around the Rosy" with the three of us, and a few fussies to let us know he was done. Such was Alexander's first adventure in the snow. We're quite certain his opinion of the stuff will change drastically in a year or two once Papa introduces him to... the snow fort.
