Yes, we got 4 inches yesterday! Lovely fluffy stuff, great for packing. I took Abigail out for two half-hour snow sessions, the first at 7:45 a.m. -- I wasn't too sure how long it would last! The first time, the snow was coming down in huge, beautiful flakes, the kind that muffle all other sound and land with a plop on your shoulder. Abigail was delighted. The only other snow she's experience was the dumping back in 2004 of more than a foot, but she was only 18 months old. So this was her first real snowfall, her first snow angel, her first snowman, her first snowball fight (which was more like just smushing snow onto mommy's coat). The second time we went out, the snow was starting to get quite wet and what was falling was more like slushballs, but it was still good fun. Even I plopped down for a snow angel -- which are really darn big when you're grown up!
But alas, this is South Carolina, and to my husband's delight and my daughter's dismay, the snow is almost gone this morning. Snow melts, one of those harsh lessons Abigail must learn. I just don't want to deal with her reaction to the current state of Frosty:
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3 comments:
I love the "after" picture of poor Frosty.
Mark is having to deal with a somewhat different Frosty dilemma: the Frosty that Daddy made fell over due to unimaginable weight, and it was too heavy for Mommy to set back up. Daddy put it back up and it fell over again and lost its head. Now it's sooo bitterly cold that there's a two-ball frozen-solid 5-foot-tall "something" in our front yard...
Poor Frosty. Or, with that pink hat, Frostina.
I'm sure Frosty is all gone now, but how cute! Glad ya'll got to enjoy it. :)
Shana
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