Snow in Utah: The San Diegans (and Arab) Freeze

As much as I don't like the snow, I'm glad it snowed. Buddha always talks about snow and how much he enjoys playing in it. And he really does. He delights in it . . . even when he isn't dressed properly for it . . . like just about every time we encounter snow (including this one). Disregarding everyone's warnings to the contrary, Bugga started out his romp through the heavy powder without gloves. That didn't last long. He came to me with numb fingers, thoroughly terrified that they were going to fall off (because I may or may not have exercised the parental right of inspiring obedience through recitation of tales of woe and horror that befall those who fail to obey). I huffed some warm air on them and rubbed them quickly between my hands and then we bundled them all up in some of grandpa's HUGE gloves. He was rather put out that he couldn't insert each finger into it's own slot since his tiny hand really only filled up the palm of the glove. Pipilo watched the action from inside the house, behind the windows, safely and warmly enveloped in grandpa's able arms. Unkey Dino decided to multi-task. He's not a fan of frigid weather (really, who is?), so he used his precious few minutes outside to dig out the cars while the kids played around him.