A few pictures from Eamon's Snow Day Adventure.
He was beating on the door impatiently, and looking at me like,
"Quit taking my picture already and open this door!"
But it's too hard to walk in, so I'll just crawl.
Must. get. to. chicken coop.
(I tried to get him to lay down and do a snow angel.
The best we got was some snow bell bottoms.)
Eamon decided that swinging in the snow was much easier than walking.
And after fifteen minutes outside, he finally gave up. He had fallen like twenty times.
Snow gear just doesn't give the same freedom of motion that nudey does.