After the disappointment of not getting a white Christmas like the forecast said, a small storm crept it’s way in and gave us a thick, surprise dusting that sent the boys into an excited, noses-pressed-against-the-glass frenzy. Me as well! I was unprepared and Bug had mismatching gloves and Bear wore some socks from the hospital from his last surgery. It didn’t matter, they ran around in circles and Bug very seriously asked me where his snowboard was. Really?! He’s 2. Where did he even hear about a snowboard. I blame Go Diego Go. 
