Our Snow Angel

Due to our unexpected trip to New York for Nana Stank's funeral last week, Brian was able to take a couple extra days off work and we made a trip up to Rochester (only an additional 2.5 hour drive) to visit with his family. It is always nice to visit family; I just wish it had been under better circumstances. Also, most (sane) people don’t really CHOSE to go North during January; however, because we had to go up there for the funeral, Sierra was able to have her first encounter with snow.

The first time she saw it falling from the sky, I think she was really intrigued with what was going on. She was looking all around and I put her hand out and let her catch a few snow flakes on her fingers. Then, the morning that we packed up and left, the snow was really coming down (considering all the plow trucks and salt they have up there, the roads were pretty terrible too). We decided to let Sierra have a “real” encounter with the snow. We dressed her up in her snowsuit (thanks Mimi – that warm suit was a blessing for our urgent trip up North), took her outside, and placed her right down in the snow.  Here is the outcome of that event; considering her look in some of the pictures, I don’t think Sierra EVER wants to actually live in that cold, snowy state; going for visits is about all a Southern girl can handle.