News Flash: Snow is Cold

When it snowed Saturday morning, Iain was eager to go check it out. I zipped him into his little fleece-lined hoodie and we went to see what we could see.

There was ice on the pond, but Iain skimmed some off to help out the fish. He found the skimmer handle extremely cold.

Then he noticed that there was snow on the back of the tin washtub (which we use to wash the dogs and whatnot). He slapped his hand right on it:

Ooo! Cold. After that, he wasn't so keen on the snow. But we managed to convince him that mittens have a purpose, and I think this experience contributed to that success.

In other news, last night Iain had his weekend date with Callie. I forgot to bring the camera, so you'll have to imagine them eating their ravioli and pineapple, playing amicably with Callie's toys, and engaging in lingering embraces (really).

At bedtime Iain revealed his love for Top Chef. He utterly, completely, inexorably, undoubtedly, without question refused to go to bed. He WOULD NOT sleep, thank you. Normally, we're implacable on things like that, but in this case I went up to see if I could calm him down.

(Bless his heart) he looked terrified. So we let him stay up with the staff and watch three DVR'd episodes of T.C., cheering the perfectly braised short ribs and shaking his tiny fist at the foolish idea of a peanut slushie in a plastic cup (eww!). He stayed up until we left. [And before you ask: 7:29am, about the same as any other day]