Tommy finds the snow intimidating

Up until now, Tommy's been delighted with every opportunity to play outside, gleefully jamming his little plastic beach shovels into the snowbanks and withdrawing them once again. He seems intensely satisfied when he has the chance to do this; from the look on his face, he seems to feel that he has personally accomplished something extraordinary by spearing the snowbank. Exactly what it is that he thinks he's accomplishing, I'm not entirely sure, but the fact remains that whatever he thinks he's doing, he finds it deeply satisfying.

After the 52 centimetres of snow on the weekend, he seems a little more nervous about the snow. In fact, after being brought outside, he spent almost every minute of his time out there trying to convince Andrea or I to bring him in. He was so worried about the snow that he actually refused to walk along the path, even if it meant getting closer to the front door (and thus safety). So after being plopped partway down the path, he was forced to simply stand there and wait until I picked him up and carried him back in the house.



Of course, when you look at the situation from Tommy's point of view, I suppose it's more understandable... I'd be pretty worried if this was how I saw the front walkway...