I tend not to be a big fan of winter – the daily grind of getting bundled up, cleaning snow off the car, and struggling to get hats, mitts, boots and coats on the girls – each of these things make the winter a little less fun. Granted, here in Southern Ontario we don’t seem to have a winter filled with five months of snow these days, but staying warm on the commute to work, or turning the kids into tiny little snowmen for a quick trip to the store makes it feel like winter is never ending.

However, there’s one thing that simply makes every chill, every frozen nose and every salt-stained pair of dress pants worth it: the delight of my children when they get to play in the snow.

With the chaos of Christmas behind us, we headed up to Northern Ontario to visit some of Cal’s family for a couple days. Apart from a small dusting of the white stuff that fell on Christmas morning (beautiful!) we hadn’t seen much snow around here, so needless to say Lady M was very excited at the prospect of getting decked out in her snowsuit and taking her sled for it’s inaugural run this season.

Five hours later we were up north, though it was a bit late – and a bit cold – to venture out in the snow. So first thing the next morning the bundling began – several layers of clothes, boots, snow pants, mittens, neck warmers, hats and jackets on, and two little girls were ready to waddle outside into the snow.

Last year, Lady A was quite little during the wintertime, so she wouldn’t remember much about her first toboggan ride. Who knows if at nineteen months this one will remain in her memory, but her smile was awfully bright as we pulled her around in her polar bear shaped sled. Up and down some small hills, and she was thrilled!

Perhaps the cutest part about her was the fact that once she was bundled she could barely more her arms and legs, and walked around with limited ability to bend! It didn’t stop her, however, from checking out the white stuff and enjoying her time outside.

Lady M hit a small milestone on our visit – taking her first snowmobile ride! And boy, was she excited! Cal’s uncle pulled out his snowmobile and attached the little yellow GT Snow Racer to it, towing her around their front yard, up and down their very quiet, and snow-filled road. Each time she came past us, she was literally grinning ear to ear. Something tells me she’ll be talking about this experience for weeks, even months, to come.

Moments like this easily make me a fan of winter; can’t say I’ll feel the same in a couple weeks when I return to work after the holidays, and have to scrape the ice off my car, but I’ll try to remember moments like this to keep it all in perspective.