Some time in the night was our first Arkansas snowfall. When he woke for work around seven, Joshua sneaked around into the rooms to see if anyone was stirring, and of course any flicker of movement counted, so he could whisper that we come to the window and look:
Sadly, I fell short on my promise to have Woody's pair of mittens completed by the first snowfall. Still, he made do with one.
And when the novelty gave way to the cold, we went inside and the kids played Playmobils on the bunk beds, stealing glances out the window to make sure the snow was still there.