somewhat leonine; and snowman adventures
We enjoyed the first realish snowstorm of winter proper the end of last week, with March coming in with a very satisfactory lion-like storm. Unfortunately, it was so warm that a day and a half of snow produced about 3 inches of total accumulation (though it was awful dense!), and the snow was also followed by a fair amount of rain Saturday morning. But the afternoon turned nice enough to let us play outside.
Waiting for me to get my things together Harvey dug a little in the snow and told me that he thought there was enough to make a bunny hole. Since by that he meant a totally awesome snow cave in which he could sit comfortably upright, I was sadly forced to inform him that that would not be possible. Instead, we made a snowman.
He was very fond of our creation, only disappointed that we couldn't make it a talking snowman. He spent a fair amount of time hugging it.
In fact, so enamored was he that he wanted me to stick him to the snowman with snow or, failing that, to cover himself with snow (I suppose to be more like the snowman?). He worked hard for a while, but to his considerable distress it just wouldn't stay on.
If the snowman couldn't have Harvey it could at least have a baby made entirely of snow to console it, and Harvey could be consoled inside with dry pants and a story and an imminent departure to Grandma's house for my birthday party. So everyone survived.
about dada
Can I talk for a second about my favorite person in the world?
If he's going somewhere, I want to be following.
The best combo cook, gardener, handiman, lulliby singer on the planet.
Happy birthday Danny! Every year I get to spend with you is a good year.