Well, our snowthower is officially on the fritz just in time for a huge dumping of snow. That means a good hour of shoveling, which I normally wouldn't be too thrilled about taking care of, except for the fact that Owen loves playing in the snow. He seems a lot more climatized to the weather since he gets 2 half hour outdoor playtimes at child care. Me on the other hand, I'm lucky if I get 20 seconds from the front door to my car and back. The temperature outside is so beautiful and crisp that you really don't notice how long you've been out, with no wall clocks or digital devices, time almost stands still. Until you've seen half your day spent enjoying the freshly fallen snow.