We finally got enough snow in St. Louis for Charlotte to comfortably bury her feet in powder and taste a snowball.

This evening, Kelly and I took her up to the roof for a private excursion, and fortunately found the snow unspoiled by footprints. After a small stumble into a drift built up near the doorway, she shuffled around a bit (walking is still fairly new) before stopping in the light to watch the snowfall. And she knew we needed illumination for decent pictures.

I don’t think she’s ready for sledding on Art Hill yet… maybe next year. Or sooner if we get more snow and baby ski bibs go on sale.

Did I mention she walks now? How crazy is that?