A few weeks ago a couple big snow storms hit Portland and it was transformed into a winter wonderland (why can't this ever happen on Christmas?). We holed up inside for 4 days and watched a lot of The walking dead and ate a whole package of Oreos.
Of course we bundled Beck up in his bear suit and showed him his first snow—he promptly fell asleep.
I kind of wish this is what it looked like all winter but I know I wouldn't feel that way after awhile. Grass is always greener eh? It was fun and beautiful while it lasted but it was also pretty great to leave the house after being stuck inside.
Who's ready for spring?