Monday, I thrilled you with the images of my girls on their first snow day in our new suburban town. And today I am going to tell you about their inability to construct a figure that looks even remotely like a snowman.*
But first I want to tell you about our sledding adventure. Actually, if not for the graciousness of our neighbor, it would have been more like our ALMOST sledding adventure as I don't own any sleds, or tobaggons or boogie boards or any of that stuff because we lived in the city for the last thirteen years and we didn't have too many snowstorms that weren't cleaned up in about fifteen minutes flat.
I often find myself needing lots of extra paraphernalia that I didn't need when we lived in the City.
So, we initially headed to the giant hill armed with a large frisbee and were going to try to make that work as a sled. I was also considering using a piece of cardboard box that I found in the garage, but REALLY GLAD I didn't try that one after seeing all the fancy hoity-toity sleds on that hill.
We would have definitely made our mark on this town with our cardboard-box sled.
So if not for that trusty and gracious neighbor, the following shot of my kids sledding in a normal sled would not have been taken.
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During the first snow storm, I told the girls to make a snowman and they were all "we don't know how to make a snowman."
I was like, "what do you mean you don't know how to make a snowman? What is not to know? You take a big ball, put a smaller ball on top of it and then a even tinier ball on top of that. How can you not do that?"
They were both like, "but we don't know how to make the balls."
I was like, "seriously?"
And they were like, "yeah, don't judge." {not really, but that's what they meant}
So I said, "you just push a lot of snow together and make it into a ball, then do it again and again, then stack the three balls on top of each other."
Still, they stared at me and I could tell they were not really getting it.
Luckily earlier in the day when we were heading home after our sledding adventure, we drove by our neighbors house and we saw their giant snowman front and center in their yard.
Showoffs, I mean really?
So I was like, "look girls, look at the giant snowman. That's what a snowman looks like."
They immediately went in the backyard and tried to duplicate the snowman our neighbors had made, and this is what they came up with...
This was Lily's and I made her stand next to it to show you the size of it...
And this was Belle's, although I didn't get a very good picture of it because I simply couldn't stop laughing long enough for my hand to stop shaking so I could take a clear shot.
I don't even think you can distinguish Belle's snowman from the rest of the regular snow that had fallen unevenly on the deck.
Based on our snowman making abilities, we should probably just pack it in and move back to the City because we suck and the girls wouldn't have pressure to feel the need to live up to snow-making prowess of these suburban kids.
UPDATED {WITH PRIDE}:
I wrote this post a few days ago and yesterday when I came home from work the girls {with a little help from an older more experienced snowman maker that happens to live in our house} managed to make a real snowman....their first ever.
Proud parental moments.
*If you found these posts sort of boring, don't worry I am done posting snow photos until next winter, but in keeping with the theme of this blog being a live scrapbook that the girls will have to look back on for the rest of their lives, I felt that including basically the first two snows days EVER seemed important to document. I promise this is the last post about playing in the snow.
