This morning I was woken by a very excited boy shouting, "Mummy it's snowing", and haranguing me to get up out of bed. Rye spent most of the morning playing outside. I even allowed him to go to the park on his own; this is our local park, literally 10-20 second walk from my front door, and I can see much of the park from my window. I think he enjoyed the freedom; did feel very weird though.
Just as I was planning to go out with him, this happened;
After the walk I came in doors to warm up; Rye stayed outside.
And nighttime snowball fight. I'd told Rye we'd have one earlier in the day; I did regret it; tired and not really wanting to go out again, I did try to resist him when implored. The gut wrenching look of disappointment on his face when I suggested we go out tomorrow, sealed the deal. Out we went. And I'm glad I went, it was a giggle. Half hour was enough tho..brrrrr... Rye obviously stayed out a little bit longer; trying to make a snow man - alas the snow has gone very powdery; but he had fun. He's now in the bath, tummy full with another hot chocolate :-)
It's been a lovely day.