our front yard friend
When the weather predicted snow for the weekend, we knew we had to take advantage of it before we head to Texas for Christmas (where we plan to do other wintry things such as apply SPF 50 and grill-out).
In years past, Sam’s cold-weather tolerance waned around minute ten. This year, however, we had to allure him inside with the promise of hot chocolate and homemade whipped cream.
To our great delight, Sam was more than involved in the building of the snowman. He tirelessly shoveled (with the help of his Dad and brother), rolled, shaped, re-shaped, and dressed our beloved front yard friend.
He surprisingly took a strong interest in the buttons, scarf, and hat that his snowman would wear, as well as the naming of the snowman (“Mr. Snowman”) while requesting that his friend face toward the house so he could keep an eye on him throughout the day (which he did) from the front door. I periodically heard, “He’s still alive! He’s not melted! He didn’t die, mom!”
Peter admired Sam’s work as if it was a masterpiece. And it was. We just didn’t have the heart to tell Sam that his “masterpiece” looked a bit more like a chain smoker than we were hoping.