The Florida Baby

Mr. Christopher is not quite so sure about how he feels about the snow. As I was bundling him up with hat, gloves, boots, snowpants, snowjacket, he was crying. I finally got him outside and he stood there staring at us. When Nicholas dumped a bunch of snow on his head I thought it was all over. After an adjustment period, he seemed to like it but kept a strange look on his face. Maybe he'll be use to it during the next round this afternoon. Maybe if Uncle Markie takes him down the hill on the sled . . .