Our baby was born on January 15th of this past year during the first winter snowfall we had in Portland, Oregon. It inspired us to give her the middle name Winter. But despite her cold weather beginnings, Fern hadn’t seen snow since then and when we decided to spend a weekend in the mountains we were excited about reintroducing her to the snow that surrounded her sweet birth story.
Baby's First Snow
Over the weekend, our family spent the weekend in the woods and our little Fern had her first encounter with the cold and fluffy white stuff…better known as snow.
Bright and shiny
“What is this stuff dad? It’s so bright and shiny! I love shiny things!”
“Ok guys. I’m not totally sure about this stuff. It’s cold and white and feels like my fruit popsicles, but what is it?”
Inspecting the tiny little snowball that was made for her.
Hello little friend!
Waving and saying “hey!” to her mini snowball – just about the cutest thing ever in my totally biased mom opinion.
Look Fern! You can eat this stuff! It’s like the coldest water ever!
Going back for seconds
Fern went back for seconds and thirds…and fourths when it came to snow eating. She was definitely a fan.
Hunting and gathering
Grabbing her own handfuls of snow with Grandpa.
The fine art of snowball making
Obviously we had to end our introduction to snow with a quick tutorial on how to construct the perfect snowball – a relevant life skill to be sure. And the final verdict: Fern loved the snow! Next time we’ll have to find better gloves though so we can play longer!