The Snowy Day

This is one of Walt's favorite books:

However, unlike Peter, the hero of the story, Walt had never had a chance to make tracks in the snow because, well, we live in Memphis.  We don't get a lot of powder here.  But we went to bed Thursday night with a forecast of an actual accumulation of the white stuff and for once, the weather guy didn't lie.  It may have been only about an inch (and that's probably generous), but it was enough for schools and courts to close, so Mommy and Daddy took the morning off and we all enjoyed Walt's first snow day.

First, Walt saddled up in the wagon and we headed to breakfast at the coffee shop.

It's a good thing Nana and Putty got the "all terrain" version!  We met up with Kate, Meredith and Mow Mow's Uncle Matt (not pictured) at Otherlands.

After consuming a good deal of "the world's best" cinnamon toast, Walt was ready to hit the park, where he made like Sir Edmund Hillary and blazed new trails in the snow.

For an even better pic of his trailblazing, check out Meredith's blog.  (Mow Mow herself was not as crazy about the snow as Walt was, but it was hard to blame her, as the snow kept caking on the bottom of her adorable little pink, fur-trimmed boots and making her fall down.)

Daddy commented on how tough it was to hit a two-and-a-half foot tall person who never stops moving with a snowball.  But he kept trying . . .

. . . and eventually was successful.

But Walt just laughed 'cuz Daddy was nice enough to aim for his feet.  Some more pics from the day . . .

No, he did not have his thumbs relocated to the outsides of his hands -- they just wouldn't stay in the thumb holes.

A special thanks to Gram for picking up these sweet bibs on the clearance rack at the end of the season last year.  I wasn't sure he'd get a chance to wear them, but they came in very handy and fit like a glove!

Unrelated to the snow day, but something I must share:  The three of us went over to the Hunts' house tonight to watch the Super Bowl, and Josh and I took separate cars so that I could bring Walt home and get him to bed before the game was over.  As we were going home, Walt asked several times where Daddy was and I explained to him that Daddy was watching the football game with Chuck and would come home after it was over.  We got home, had a bath, got PJs on, and read stories, and as I was putting him in his crib, he rolled over with all three of his lovies, smiled, and said (not perfectly clearly, but enough so that I could understand him),

"When I wake up, I see Daddy."

What can I say, the kid loves his Daddy!