Once There Was a Snowman

We had our biggest snowfall of the year on Sunday night/Monday morning. Yep. The second day of spring. Ben had a snow day so,eh, whatever. I was happy to have him home.

As soon as Russell saw that there was snow piling up on the sidewalk and driveway he started asking if he could 'shoshel'. We told him we had to wait until all the snow quit falling. He wasn't happy. Monday morning, after we ate breakfast, he and Ben went outside and took care of the snow. It took two hours because it was a very heavy snow. At one point I looked out the door to see how things were going, and Ben said, "You need to come teach us how to build a snowman." I hadn't realized I was the only one in our family that knew how to build a snowman.

After Meghan woke up from her nap and we ate lunch, we went outside to build our snowman. The snow, while fairly wet, didn't pack very well. Russell and I managed to get our little snowman built. Ben held Meghan and looked for arms and eyes.

We built it right where we could see him from Russell and Meghan's bedroom so that we could check on him.

By the time we went to bed that night, his carrot nose had already fallen off. Yesterday his head had fallen off. Today half of his torso fell off and he is missing an arm. I guess that is what happens when you build a snowman and it is above freezing and windy.

 Meghan didn't like the snow. Or maybe she didn't  like it because I had put mittens on her hands inside of her little snowsuit so she couldn't get her fingers out and grab stuff to shove in her mouth.