We had a few snow days late in January. The first day, there was just a little snow, and Logan had a blast walking in it and sliding down the front hill. The second day, the snow was much deeper, and he HATED everything about it.
On January 22, I had to bite the bullet and get Logan's hair cut. He generally looked more like he had a mullet than cute curls. He hated the process, and I hated the hair cut. It grew on me... but I still miss those curls!