A warm warm winter's day. How lucky were we. Melting snow everywhere. Who knew the day we picked to build a snowman would be the last chance we would get? The first snowman was kinda a big deal. (although River would rather have shovelled all day instead. I have to pry that shovel out of his hand every morning I am trying to go somewhere) Daddy got to name him. Of course it has to be Frosty. Ok so the "man" is Frosty. The wonderment of a child as he discovers melting eaves troughs, shovels snow and sees birds and planes makes a regular day outside totally fulfilling. As i went to get my shovel I heard a blood curdling scream and I came around back to see our snowman had melted and fallen over. All I made out was "man. down". through tears. pretty accurate I'd say. I said we needed to report this to daddy at once. He marched on inside the next second and did just that. And Chris acted as though this was the most critical news ever reported. He inspected the scene and deemed it an utter tragedy. What a good daddy. It was quickly forgotten until we decided to dig through the snow for his parts a few days later with grandma after marching through puddles. How quick the seasons change. Now puddles are all the rage. I love life with my toddler.
