First Snow

Foster saw snow when we were at Whistler but not up close. The week before Christmas in Seattle was the first time he actually got to touch real snow. It snowed a few inches over night and when Ryan and I woke Foster up in the morning we threw back his curtains to show him the backyard he was used to seeing, covered in a blanket of white. We were looking for some sign of befuddlement, some sort of surprise or maybe even glee. Instead, we got the usual excitement over the idea of kicking and hitting the window but no real acknowledgement that anything different was beyond it.

We bundled him up and headed out to the car to go to work (Omee's house). He was definitely interested in the snow when it was on the car and wanted to touch it and wipe it from the windows. He didn't even seem all that bothered by how cold it was. His expression was not giving away any sign of pleasure over the situation though, even if there was any.

At Omee and Papa ChuChu's house he enjoyed playing outside and shaking the snow from the bushes. He wasn't a fan when Omee brought snow inside on a tray for him to play with...then it was just really cold stuff that stuck to his hands.

Fingers are crossed that one day he loves it as much as his daddy does and will want to hit the slopes in search for fresh powder. Until then, he appears to have respect for the white stuff....or at least indifference.