Henry meets the snow.

Why is Dad over there in the house all nice and warm and I'm out here in the cold?!

It appears that I am not the only one who isn't a huge fan of the snow. Poor kid had so many layers on that once he fell over he couldn't get back up. It's going to be one long winter, baby boy!

Isn't anyone going to pick me up????

I suppose this isn't actually Henry's first encounter with the snow. There was that freak snowstorm in Eugene last March, but he was only three months old and we thought it would have been too cruel to actually put him in it. Seven months later and somehow I didn't find it so mean...