First Snow

You would think my Canadian upbringing would endear me a little more to the snow. It did not. As I remarked to someone earlier today, "Why do you think I moved south?...I just didn't move far enough south!"

So here we are. Snow in October. Disgusting.

Other members of my family apparently see things differently. Little Lindy eagerly dressed herself for snowman-building with dad. And, if I'm not mistaken, that's a HUGE smile on that face.

While I snuck out to snap a few photos of Frosty, Curtis managed to venture out (in sock feet) to satisfy his curiosity about all the white stuff on the ground.

Boy, is he going to love the winter time. I just hope he enjoys it from inside. Or at least in boots.