Snow bird

We dressed him in layers, and convinced him to wear a hat - even if that hat didn't cover his ears. We compromise here.

He headed outside with Papa and the short hair to play in what he refers to as snowman. He'd waited all day to get out there.

It only took a few seconds for his little feet to run across the yard. Soon, he was tasting the ice and snow and giggling with delight. He'd call his pup every couple of minutes - making sure she stayed close to our Cape.

He helped Papa shovel some snow. His cheeks turned rosy red.

And then he discovered a slick spot of ice on the driveway. The first slip was an accident. The second, third and fourth - not so much.

"I slip, Mama," he told me with a smile on his face.

He would have stayed out there all night had we let him. Luckily, I've got some marshmallows stored in a snack jar, which worked perfectly for coaxing our little snow bird back in the house.