Poor Mason...

Well, we woke up to a snow day (yay!) and after Mason's nap we decided to get him in his snowsuit and outside for some good fun in the snow. Well, after a snowsuit battle (arching back, flailing arms) we finally headed out the front door and plopped our bums in the snow. Unfortunately for Mason he leaned a little too far forward and experienced his first whitewash. The crying did not start immediately. I'm pretty sure it took a few moments to process the freezing cold sensation on his face as he has never experienced that before. Our playtime was cut short, in fact, it only lasted about thirty seconds. Poor Andy walked outside to be handed a crying child with his face covered in snow. Andy said, "My little snowman." Maybe we will try again later....