Winter is a tough time. No Saturday trips to the slides with Dad. Much harder to go out and stand by the mailbox pointing when it’s buried in a snow drift. And the cold, what’s up with that? We had close to fifteen inches of snow on Saturday and then Sunday morning it started snowing again with close to another foot on the ground before it was done Monday morning. You can only see out the top half of the basement windows and it is white, white, white everywhere outside. And did we mention cold? Zane gets bundled up in a snowsuit, hat, boots, gloves and by the time that’s all done he’s a little stiff walking plank of layers, barely able to raise an arm in protest as he gets hauled outside. With all of this glaringly bright snow I think we’ll need to start putting his little sunglasses on him as well.