Oh what a difference a day makes

Yesterday it snowed for the first time in, er, forever. Big, fluffy flakes that had Sam begging to go outside and play as soon as they started. He loves the snow, loves to roll in it, loves to eat it "Mama make me a snowball to eat." and loves to throw it "Mama make me a snowball to throw at you."


Yesterday he sported a snow beard and mustache with pride and happiness although he didn't like my accidentally tossing a snowball in his face. Yes! It was accidental. My aim is so bad that I couldn't have hit him if I'd tried.

We spent nearly all day today just like this: With at least five breaks for throwing up and the associated clothing changes and clean up with each one. He didn't wiggle or ask to go outside so I know he was feeling awful. Poor little guy.

I hope today isn't related to snow-eating yesterday.