I woke up this morning and noticed the light was bright as it came through the cracks between the windows and the shades. Brighter than normal. That meant…
SNOW!!!
“Joey! It snowed!” I squealed.
“Muuughhdnnnnnnn,” he muttered, and rolled over.
So, after church while we were waiting for Daddy to return, Sister, Joey and I decided to build a snowman. We suited up in Pops’ coveralls (he has three sets), work boots and work gloves and tromped out into the snow.
This was the first snow of the year, and it’s only an inch deep, but it was humid and damp. Perfect for snowmen.
We rolled three nice, big snowballs (which were covered in leaves since it’s the first snow of the year and they haven’t disintegrated yet).
Sister rolled the smallest of the snowballs. She has a bad back, so we can’t cause her stress or she might suffer.
I rolled the middle snowball. Please observe the excessive dead leaves that have attached themselves to my snowball. ANNOYING.
Check that snowball out! I was disappointed that we didn’t have any more snow, it’s kind of paltry looking.
We didn’t want to steal a scarf and hat from Mom’s stash in the house (because they’d have to come out here in the spring and look for it…or they’d just accidentally mow over it and then we’d be in trouble) so we resorted to using spray paint for our snow man’s distinguishing features.
We did, however, get a carrot from Mom’s fridge. (I’m not sure she knows we took one, but we’re probably not going to be in trouble.)
Isn’t that the worst snowman you ever saw in your life?
I’m kind of proud of it.
