Snow!

It was snowing late last night when we arrived home from visiting Santa. We stood in the driveway for just a few minutes, and Mark taught Nico how to stick out his tongue to catch the large, wet snowflakes. They were perfectly wet snowflakes for packing perfect snowballs (Cali's favorite kind of ball to catch!), and so we could hardly wait until this morning to head outside to play.

We played today for about an hour, mostly throwing snowballs to Cali. But Nico had the best time, I think, getting hit with snowballs himself. I tossed one at him at some point and it nailed him in the torso. He laughed so hard I thought he was going to fall over. And then he started asking me to do it again and again. I must have thrown thirty or more, hitting him in the tummy and fronts of his legs. He couldn't get enough. I sure hope none of our neighbors saw me repeatedly pelting my toddler with hunks of snow!