Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

     It's 33 degrees outside and snowing in Richland! Tim sent me a text from work with a picture of snow on his sleeve and I looked outside. Nothing. But about 10 minutes later, it was lightly snowing outside. I bundled Owen up in a sweatshirt with a hood, wrapped him in a blanket, and put his mittens on. Then I plopped him out in the grass in the backyard and waited to see how he would react to the snow. He was a little uncertain at first as to why I plunked him down in the grass, but when he looked up, some snow hit him in the face and he smiled! What a cutie! Then he had to tell me all about it and babbled and babbled.

Brrr....

This is Owen "talking" about the snow.