Why is it that every time I need to go to the post office to ship something it starts to snow? I’m not talking about flurries here but big, fat, quarter sized flakes. And they’re coming down FAST. At least Eli loves to watch the snow. I just hate taking him out in it because he has an ability to remove every article of clothing that will protect him from said snow. We aren’t even out the door and he has his hat and mittens off. Thankfully he’s strapped into his carseat with a bunting bag zipped up tight or he’d somehow wiggle out of his coat!