We traveled to the Great White North last weekend, seeing Nana and Pops in snowy Connecticut. The trip went well. In addition to seeing the Statue of Liberty, nobody vomited at any point in the journey, which we take to a real plus.
Excitement about the snow started while we were still airborne as Jamie looked down somewhat mystified at the white landscape. Once we were on the ground, I don't think they would have been any more amazed if we had landed on Mars. Jamie, of course, was in the snow once before, but he was just two at the time and has no memory of it.
When we first got out of the car at Nana and Pops's house, Jamie jumped out and went over to the snow to feel it. It was actually very sweet because having rushed over he put his hand very slowly and delicately into a small patch of snow and this smile of utter delight and wonder came over him as he felt it. By Sunday, however, any shyness was gone and Nana bravely had them going down a nearby hill on the sled. Both boys were quite fearless and charged down without concern for life or limb and laughed with delight as they bounced to a stop or toppled over. Eventually Connor got cold and went in with Nana but Jamie showed some real moxie and stayed out a while longer to have a snowball "fight" with Daddy. This mainly consisted of heaving large amounts of snow at me at short range, but I got a few shots in here and there.
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