Orin's First Snow

Today we awoke to a most wonderful surprise.

Snow.

And lots of it.

(Well, "lots" by west coast standards)

Egg was thrilled.

He loves attacking, thrashing, and eating snow.

Orin was thrilled too, but didn't know why yet

(he tends to just get excited when we do).

We decided it was time for him to experience 

the cold white fluff first hand.

So we bundled him up in his snow gear 

and tossed him out the door. 

At first, he wasn't sure what to think.

It was all very new and very cold.

He remained suspicious.

But, with time, he started to warm up to the idea.

And by the end, he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself,

before, of course, the inevitable tumble which caused the burst 

of hysteria and a frantic run back to the comfort and warmth 

of the living room where all wet snow gear was stripped away

and replaced by warm fleece pajamas.

(Then the world was good again)

But, for that fleeting moment before the cold set in,

I proudly saw a true snow-loving Bostonian.

Happy Snow Day