Or "Nowmans" as Isaac would call it. He knows there should be an s on there, but he has trouble sticking it together with the n, so he just tacks it on to the end. It's adorable.
Anyway, we've had a very mild winter so far this year - lots of moderately warm days and hardly any snow. Usually I really appreciate this kind of weather, but I was really hoping to get to take Isaac out in the snow a little more, since he loves the stuff. Luckily, one day late January (the 24th, to be exact - thanks, Camera, for remembering for me) we had a nice little snow fall.
The snow was perfect - probably the best packing snow I've seen since moving here. So I wrestled Isaac into his snow clothes - the tears only lasted until I opened the door to the white wonderland that awaited - and we sallied forth. We made our little snow fellow, or really I did with Isaac acting as my coach :), and lazy mom decorated him with items from the yard. I'm particularly proud of the little curved stick I found to be his mouth and also the way he sort of leans back as if to say, "Behold the glory that is a man made of snow!"
Isaac loved him and proudly pointed him out to visitors, even as he began to look more and more like a freakishly emaciated snowmummy as the days went by. Indeed, as the song prophesies, in the sun he melted, melted, melted, in the sun he melted.
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