Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Building a Dead Snowman

Well, I can't claim to be a snow-lover and never go out in it. So Tommy and I bundled up and went out to play.

Don't let my hat fool you - it wans't cold. I simply didn't do my hair today. That's OK. You can't tell. 
I don't really know what you're supposed to do when playing in the snow if it isn't tubing or having a snowball fight which caused a bit of a problem today.
I live in what used to be the bottom of a lake. No hills for tubing. 
It's mean for a grownup to snowball fight with a baby. No snowball fight. 

So I decided "we'd" build a snowman. Only Tommy wasn't helpful at all. He just sat around watching me do all the work. Typical.


And when I realized that I could roll a ball bigger than I could lift, I decided a dead snowman was more appropriate for March anyway.


Tommy was thrilled with the whole experience.


But when I let him poke the snowman in the eye, he really was happy. What a strange little boy I have.


Eventually I tore him away and we did some snow-sliding. 


Oddly enough we were the only ones at the park today.
  

If you had watched Tommy reach up to hold my finger while we both walked snow-pants-ed and straight-legged home, me with a sled carelessly slung over my shoulder, your heart would have melted.

I know because mine did at the mere glimpse of our shadows.

3 comments:

  1. My heart is melting just thinking about it. And, oh yeah, it's also melting because it's WARM today! (Hello, pink jacket. I love you.)

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  2. Ahh so sweet, and I love the dead snow man.

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  3. You're a good mom. I like the dead snowman. And Tommy is a cute rider on that very cute tube/recliner.

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