Last weekend Northeast Arkansas was covered with snow. I don't know about everyone else, but it kind of took me by surprise. I had heard the weather forecast, but doubted we'd get much in the way of snow accumulation. Boy was I wrong! With a couple of inches on the ground, Chuck, Tate and I ventured outside to let Tate experience snow. His initial reaction was a combination of "why did mom and dad bundle me up so that I can barely walk" and "what's is going on out here!"
He tromped around for a little while, checking on his swing in the front yard. My little man was very concerned that this white stuff was collecting in his swing. He started to clean it out, but quickly lost interest. Next he decided his mittens and toboggan were not cool and he promptly took them off. It didn't take long after that for Tate to decide he'd had enough of the frigid temperatures that accompanied the snow.
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