I knew it was coming, and here it is!
James doesn't remember snow from last year, so he stood at the glass door in broken record mode, "no-ss, no-ss," his way of saying snow.
I grabbed a little snow ball and gave it to him. He wasn't too sure at first, then I let him eat some. I'll probably kick myself for that!
When we finally got all dressed and outside to run some errands, Miles was all over, and James just wanted to be held. I think it's too noisy, cars on the wet streets, he wasn't too impressed.
So I'll take Miles out later, maybe when James is napping, although it's already melting!