Our snow day didn't start off so well with Tate having a stomach bug and our power going out around 4 a.m. and not coming back for 15 hours. But Tate rebounded before our power did, and we were able to enjoy a little bit of the snow...which Tate kept calling "nose" instead of "snow."
Um, don't look now, but I think the Unabomber is behind me....
Don't worry, I will get him with this snowball!