Being eighteen months old, it was the first snow that my son, Luke, was able to really enjoy. That alone made it special. When he awoke from his nap on Thursday the ground was finally covered and we suited up to head outside. Unfortunately, most of our winter gear was in my car, which Brantley had taken to work…so we improvised.
I ultimately decided that A) if you wear enough layers you don’t really need a big coat and B) tube socks pulled up your arms is a fine substitute for mittens. Luke didn’t seem to mind. Just compare his state of happiness in the photo of him wearing socks on his hands versus real mittens. No contest.
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