This morning, Bug and I headed back over to our house to check on the electricity situation. Thank my lucky stars, it had just clicked back on. And while we were here, the snow started flying. Which, of course, meant it was camera time. Couldn't miss the opportunity to document my boy experiencing his first northern snowfall. (Okay, fine, and wearing his super stylin' new winter jacket for the first time, too.) "Noes! Noes!"
At first, he was hesitant.
But in true Mister A fashion, he came around.
'Atta northern boy.
Rodger, however, remained unconvinced that this "noes" was something he wanted his people messing around with.
And that snow? It just keeps flying. No accumulation just yet, but wow, I'd forgotten how beautiful these early (read: ones before I'm sick to death of winter) season snowfalls are. Beautiful for the lucky ones at home in sweatshirts and slippers with littles cozied up in their cribs, anyway.