I've learned to not get too excited when the weatherman/weatherwoman predicts snow for the PNW. For the past few days, they've been calling for a winter storm, so as usual - my heart starts beating a little faster and I hope and pray that it actually happens.
We don't get a lot of winter storms or snow around here, so when we do, people freak. I'm not even kidding. They literally will pull their cars over to the side of the road at the first sight of accumulation.
Anyway, the weatherman/weatherwoman didn't disappoint and we woke up to snow yesterday morning. It was my regular day off (and not to mention the start of 17 days of uninterrupted quality time with Hammy!), so I was able to introduce Cam to his first snow.
He was less than impressed and couldn't put his arms down in his giant snowsuit.
Some day, he'll appreciate the white stuff and when that time comes, I can see it being quite the fight to get him inside. Unless he's bribed with hot cocoa and marshmallows.
Until then, I'll force him outside and capture his "excitement" on camera.
Get used to it, kid.