Once the driveway was cleared, S still had the energy to build a snowman. I thought I would have the energy to participate, but my chest was pounding and my eyes were pulsating and I thought I might be having a heart attack. I wasn’t, of course, but it took an hour for me to stop freaking out.
It wasn’t good snowman making snow. Too dry. So S took a bucket of water outside to help her mould the snow into form. She also found that using her bare handshelped too. So, yeah, I when I stopped freaking out about my faux heart attack, I started freaking out that S would get frost bite. She stayed outside building him until dark, not unlike a six year old.
The snowman is two faced. She wanted the people from the street to be able to appreciate him as well as us having a nice view of him from our front window. Adorable, she is. And a little crazy.
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