You experienced your very first snow. At first I told you all about it from the window, but you just gave me a quizzical look and hugged your bunny and bear closer.
So then I knew you had to experience the real thing. And fast (this is London after all, you blink and it may melt). I was so excited I could barely get all those layers of puffy clothing and rubbery boots on you before running outside. You were less convinced.
In fact you just sort of looked at me like I was crazy and wondered what all the fuss was about. If anything you looked a bit annoyed to be squished into all those layers.
But then I rolled up a snowball and you instantly broke into smile. Yes darling, with snow on the ground, the world is your Playa los Perros.
And the best bit is that despite this being London, it didn't melt, and it didn't stop snowing for a whole day. We watched pretty snowflakes drift past our windows from the warmth inside. This is one of your favourite positions these days. If you can't find a soft pile of-well, anything goes-to sit on, its the couch and you're always up for a bear cuddle
By the next morning the snow was a clean layer of frosting over our street that was begging us to make tracks in it. Being Saturday, Papa was along for the ride and before he could get you to walk past our playground, I had you scooped up and suckered into building a snowman with me...er, um, watching and following around behind me as I rolled on my hands and knees. (What? I have a toddler. I can do that and it's not even that weird!).
Then, with a few cosmetic enhancements thanks to the school children's rubbish that always litters the trees in the playground, we introduced you to your first snowman/bear/thing.
I think your exact words here were: "what the hell is that supposed to be mum?"
Ah but all is well that ends well. At least you have your papa for some sanity. Er at least cartoons and cuddles.
I love you,