Tori saw a bit of snow last year, but at just 5 months old she didn’t really get to experience it for herself. Just watch her mad mother out in Nannan’s back garden making a snow-turtle and wonder why everyone else was laughing (I have a mental age of about 6 when it snows…).
This year however she is up on her feet and therefore I was able to take her out to discover the snow for herself (very close up on occasion…)
Look, Mum! White stuff is falling out of the sky!!
It squeaks when you stomp in it!
I’ve got a cold bum now!
Can I eat it, Mum?