Here is Deb Jr., my 3-year-old daughter, playing in the snow last night. She added mittens later, then discarded them. The hat is her daddy's, in case anyone is wondering. it was the only one she would keep on her head.
Here is Deb Jr.'s snowman. It is sitting on the stump of the tree we lost in Hurricane Ike. I think it is wonderful that we can now use it for such a noble purpose. The snowman's name is Frosty, and, according to D.J., he is a jolly, happy soul, with corn, and a butt, and two eyes. Or something like that.
I know it won't last; by the time we leave to take the kids to day care, the snow will be gone. It has been great while it lasted, though, and I hope D.J. remembers last night for a long, long time.
4 comments:
I like that bandana on the snow mans head, makes him Frosty the Hippie.
That looks like fun! What a great mom you are!
I was going to PM you about a thread last night that was making me crazy.
OMG! Joey looks just like you if you had your mother's hair!
Thanks for the compliment- I think she is gorgeous, so I must be gorgeous as well...
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