We had an unexpected snowfall last night, so after breakfast, Isaac and I went out to check it out. This would be Isaac's first encounter with the white stuff...
At first he wasn't so sure about it, stepping gingerly out the back door:
But, once we were outside, he was happy, snow or no snow. He loves to be outside.
He ran around the backyard a little.
Then he fell.
And he wasn't happy about falling.
And then we went inside.
All in all, he didn't really seem to care much about the snow, other than it was cold and annoying. Well, he's banging something on the kitchen floor and I need to go make sure it's not a cell phone or camera or remote...