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We knew we would get a bit of snow, but we didn't know that it would be one of the biggest early-winter storms in NYC history! Sam makes history wherever he goes....

As you can see in the above photo, Sam was not quite sure what to make of all this cold white stuff. What was millions and millions of 'bubbles' to him, seen through his apartment window, became something far stranger. But still interesting. When Mom took him out into the snow for a closer look at these 'bubbles', the snow was still falling quite heavily, and the wind was bitter. Sam didn't complain. Didn't jump up and down and make angels in the snow, true. He was unusually quiet. Mom took him on his first toboggan ride, a wonderful long run down a great hill at an exciting but kid-comfortable speed (Sam's the blur in the middle). At the end of the ride he was again silent. So Grandpa took him for the next ride. After it was done, Sam still had exactly nothing to to say. No comment. Hey, let's see some excitement, young man! Your Mom and your grandpa are certainly jumping around in glee, what's up with you? The wind began to pick up quite a bit so we figured we'd best be on our way. During a supermarket stop, on the way home, Sam was still silent.

But as we went into his apartment building, he made his desire to go back outside quite loudly and dramatically. Interesting.

And then, once he finally agreed to come inside, he started talking a mile a minute. Grandma, the infant toddler specialist (all families should have one around) calls this 'processing.'

So here he is after coming inside for the last time: back to our usual favorite smiley sam.