Ezra was born a summer baby, but he’s quickly evolved into a happy, snow-loving winter boy. He never complains about the frigid cold, even as his nose and cheeks are turning bright red. We try to keep him bundled up and restrict his playing to the carpets, but he inevitably finds his way to the chilly, exposed floorboards, and seems not bothered by it at all. I guess he didn’t put on all those layers of fat for nothing.
The other day it was snowing that lovely, big-flaked snow, so we took him out for a quick photo session. He ate it up.