We spent some time in the yard with the snow, with Daddy pulling Mitchell on the sled, and then with both the guys shoveling. Mitchell didn't make much progress with his garden trowel, but he gave it a good effort! He was all tuckered out when we came inside. Like little ones who turn blue in a cool swimming pool, he still didn't want to stop and get warm. I had to drag him in the house hollering, "Stay outside! Stay outside!" My fingers were going numb, though, and he was wetter than I was. Kids!