From the time Paul wakes up in the morning until he goes to sleep, he chants "outside, outside." He doesn't care if it is -20 degrees, hailing, raining, snowing, he just wants to be outdoors. Saturday we had an unexpected snowfall, so after a few hours of someone pounding on the door yelling, "OUTSIDE" we bundled him up with snow pants, jacket, hat, and mittens. He resembled something like this:
Of course he had a great time. He threw snow in the air, built a fort, and ran around. I on the other hand, stayed inside where it was warm and only battled the cold to get a few pictures.