Being a Phoenician has it’s perks. We don’t have to deal with snow day to day, but it remains accessible all winter. With Jack finally getting old enough to finally enjoy such things, we decided it was time that he learned what winter means for the rest of the country. This is our story.
was suspicious of loved the snow from the very beginning.
After a few minutes of inspecting the snow
He decided to make snow angel completely of his own volition. Man, did he enjoy it.
After the snow angel
fiasco Dadda kept the good times rolling.
Sufficiently cheered up, Jack tried touching the snow. It was cold.
He was even colder after a vicious and unprovoked snowball attack and adorable family snowball fight.
(Okay, he actually liked that one.)
Jack had never tried coco before, but he dove right in.
thought it tasted like death liked it.
This is his I-LOVE-COCO face.
When the clock struck naptime, we had to head back to the car.
Jack was already looking forward to his next snow trip.
Or at least Momma and Dadda were.
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