Snow, snow, happy happy snow.
But being stuffed into mounds of clothing gets tiresome for the baby after awhile.*
*Actually, here is the true story behind the grouchy face: I put Daphne down for a nap around 9:30 while David was still sleeping. He got up a little before 10 and I heard him making lots of noises down by Daphne's room. I thought to myself, "surely he is not talking to Daphne!" But lo and behold, he came up the stairs with Daphne in his arms. He said he heard her and assumed she was awake from her nap. Um, no. She hadn't fallen asleep yet. Hence the grouchy, grouchy baby.