After 11 inches of snow yesterday, I tried to get the kid interested in winter.I was mildly successful.We woke up to a snow day (no school for anyone in the Twin Cities), and Jamie and I decided to work from home. This meant after breakfast, Jamie would entertain the child for two hours while I worked, then we would switch until nap time.Did the kid want to build a snow man? No. Snow angels? Nope. Sled? No. Shovel? No. He wanted to play tractors in the basement.So we did that for a while, and then thank goodness a friend called and said they were heading to the sledding hill if we wanted to join them. Suddenly, Ezra wanted to sled! Yay! We got all bundled up, downed a snack, drove through feet of snow, got to the hill and unloaded the sled.But we couldn't find the friends anywhere.Did Ezra want to try sledding anyway? No. Did he want to build a snow man? No. I showed him how to make a snow angel. Did he want to try? No.For me, a total lover of snow, this was mildly frustrating to say the least. But finally, we headed back home and I walked him down to the small sledding hill near our house and offered to push him down. He agreed.Did you get that? HE AGREED! So we did that and he loved it and I was thrilled. And after the fourth trip down he said he had enough and wanted to go home.Sometimes I wonder if this is my child. But I digress.We got home and shoveled a bit before having lunch and laying down for nap. Maybe at 3 he just doesn't realize how wonderful and rare a snow day with a foot of fresh powder is. But man, I am trying my best to teach him. Not a lot of internet shares today. But when my child is old enough not to drop my plates, I might treat myself to these!