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Nothing to do with snow really, but wanted to share a little story from the beginning of my day. One day I'll bring it up with my pychologist that Mommy puts a diaper on my head and goes to grab the camera. I'm sure it will be one of the many things she does over my lifetime that ultimately lead to any demise I may encounter. That said, I loved it! One of my favorite new things is to pretend to sneeze when anything is put on my head. So this morning before getting out of my crib, I had a little game of "Aaaah Choo!" with Mommy. The chosen prop: a (clean) diaper. Turns out, it was not the best choice - at least not as it was configured - because it was too difficult to dislodge. I find stuffed animals are usually a good option; the moose Nana brought me from Canada is a personal favorite. Incidentally, he's also good for playing "Where'd they go?!?" with his antlers. But I digress.
The main attraction of the day was getting to play outside in the snow. I pretty much always want to go outside. So periodically, if Mommy isn't getting my hint, I go retrieve her hat and/or my boots, and bring them to her. Then point out the window and yell "Ball!" It's snowballs I'm wanting. Snowballs are my new favorite thing. Unfortunately for both Mommy and me, the snow we have on the ground is almost completely useless for snowballs. There are a few inches of a crusty mess that requires a chisel (or at least a hearty kick from Mommy's boot heel) to penetrate, on top of which is a dusting of very powdery stuff that just doesn't stick together at all. With the proper whack of the heel, and a little luck, sometimes Mommy is able to release a chunk that I'm willing to call a snowball. Beggars can't be choosers. So today I went outside and tried to fill my bucket with snow, and Mommy helped by kicking up as many "snowballs" as she could. We were able to fill the bucket before Mommy decided that it was too cold to be standing in one place and wanted to bring me in. Now, I was OK coming inside, but I was not going to voluntarily reliquish my bucket of snow, no matter how many times she told me that it would melt if I brought it inside. "Let's test that hypothesis!" was my reply. Mommy reminded me that yesterday, when she let me bring my snowball into the carseat on the way home from Lake Harriet, it didn't have the happy ending I expected. She thought it would be a 5 minute ride, so there would be minimal melting, but I fell asleep, she forgot about the snowball, and we drove around for an hour so I would get a good nap in. When we got home, the snowball was no more, and my lap and carseat were soaked. She reminded me of this evidence. But today's snow was different snow. It was from our front yard, not from Lake Harriet. And it was in a bucket, not in my lap. And there was a lot of it, so it wouldn't be lonely like yesterday's snowball. Anyway, all of Mommy's "reason" fell on deaf ears, and she decided to let me bring my bucket inside. Ultimately, it wasn't as fun to have it inside as I'd imagined, because she wouldn't let me do anything interesting with it. She wouldn't let me take the snowballs out of the bucket to carry around. She wouldn't let me dump the contents of the bucket into the chair in my bedroom or even into the Diaper Champ. She was on me like a hawk. So in the end, I let her set my bucket of snowballs outside the backdoor to await my visit another day.