What happens when we're younger that makes us go from thinking snow is the greatest thing on earth to hating it?

Seriously, one day we're running up and down that hill with that sled from sun up to sun down and the next day, we're wishing we didn't have to walk all. the. way. to our car when it's cold out. When does this change? Why don't we notice it?

This morning I saw three kids making huge snow balls at the end of their driveway while they waited for the school bus. My first thought was "Awwww...." and my second thought was "Brrr... that looks way to cold for me!"

Yet, if you saw Mason's bucket list, I have things on their such as "Build a Snowman" and "Go sledding." Which unfortunately means this mom is going to have to be outside playing in the snow. Considering any temp below 65º seems cold to me (why yes, I AM in the wrong state) I'm not looking forward to this at all.

The things we do for our kids....

What sort of "sacrifices" do you find yourself making?

This time last year - 10 Months