The Snowy Day

It's snowing today. A lot. All day, in fact. When Benjamin wakes from his nap, I'll read him The Snowy Day again. Every day that it snows, I read it to him. Along with Where is Baby's Belly Button and other favorites... because how could we go a day without wondering where that baby's belly button is? I mean, let's be reasonable here.

I can't wait until our vacation next week. As pretty as the snow is, I'm just craving outside adventures.

But since it's snowing, I thought I'd share some pictures from Benjamin's first sledding experience! The day after his birthday, we still had snow on the ground and all of the grandparents still in town... so we headed across the street to our large grassy area/floodplain and gave it a go. The baby is only one, so we definitely weren't going down anything steep, but it was a first sledding experience nonetheless.

Side note on the sled: purchased at Costco the winter Andrew died. We were cooped up in the house crying pretty much nonstop and decided to get outside one day and go sledding. It was our first winter in IL and I was obviously no longer pregnant. Sad, angry, emotional. Sledding seemed appropriate. At least there weren't any babies at the sled hill. Grief is so weird.

Back to the future, the little brother, and his proud parents and grandparents.

Yes, I'm wearing rain boots. I have those (waterproof!), two pairs of Ugg boots (which both grandmas were wearing) and no snow boots yet. I'm in the market and really like these. Anyone have any they love to recommend? Maybe I'll wait til summer and get them half price... it is almost spring, after all. You wouldn't know here in Chicago today. Hmph.

The proud grandparents: My parents on the left & Ray's parents on the right

My parents had never been sledding. Southern Californians aren't much for snow. Fun that their first times were with Benjamin. :)